what if you couldn’t count the moments between light
and thunder? what would that spaciousness tell you?
would it be the pride that goeth before a drama?
would you smile or cower? or would you be attending
to the magical message of the big noise your own
heart beat makes, the shock of each new thought, the
wave of peace that rumbles after? and then the fire….
and thunder? what would that spaciousness tell you?
would it be the pride that goeth before a drama?
would you smile or cower? or would you be attending
to the magical message of the big noise your own
heart beat makes, the shock of each new thought, the
wave of peace that rumbles after? and then the fire….