Words flow in the moment of creativity. Son of Slam contest Runner up. |
When it Flows _______________________________________________ I was alive When fishes flew and forests walked Dew drops dripped down at the break of dawn Slip sliding away on His probability curve Chance encounter, chance union, chance life Of infinite turns and arabesques In a maze of competing alternatives Learning to unweave His rainbow. I am alive But not alone, I am just not I I am she and I am he, touched by a million souls Breathing the mysteries of a million lives Living in chaotic serendipity Sharing a million dreams Transforming, longing and belonging Creating on the edge of uncertainty I feel alive Flying with fluttering butterflies and a million feedback loops, dancing On the fractal web of life On the fractal edge of time Amplified by humble humility, growing Living in ‘this’ moment This wild fractal moment Evolving, stalking the wild pendulum In this exhilarating, expansive, creative moment. I feel alive In action without desire In this moment of creation and destruction Shaped by the sands of time and what is yet to be Diving into the swirling wall Into the spinning vortex of unpredictable storms Into the movement between I and not I Striving for that moment of synchrony I am alive Too loud and I will not be heard Too bright and I will not be seen Too much and I will be obscured In this moment I seek that balance Leaving the familiar, to seek the familiar Losing the ordinary, to find the ordinary I'll be alive Though a million lifetimes I'll not struggle with the fear of tomorrow To seize the river, I will become the river To possess the sky, I will become the sky And words will flow with melody and music In the confluence of yesterday and tomorrow Here and now, in each moment As effortless as birth, as effortless as death. |