Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Fog Awake

Sun’s light woven into the warp and weft
Of a morning fog’s inhalation
I am reminded
“I Am That”
The names of actors, producers, grips and such rise
Folding into the Tao
House lights fade awake
A child tugs and pulls
“I Am That”
Living between heart and mind
Between all the words written and spoken
The child leaps with eager anticipation
To stay infused with all the brilliance they sense
Seizing what they will always have
Expecting others to see the same
“I Am That”
joe culley 5/6/09