Ground level is always with me here*
The floor of the mountain strong and firm
One look to the top subjectively, no one discerns
A trek through a forest of trees delight
One foot after the other with walking stick plight
To come to the sense that this is close and clear
Ah yes, it is the summit that I see that is oh so near
Dom*Colucci 2011
A one pointed vision
ReplyDeleteto the ultimate heaven
explodes in a creativity
without boundary
from the zero zone inside
it always comes forward
and is never going to hide
:)
This poem you made in comment is felt with great openness even the shadows run away and a hint of subjectivity as well...as this is where the zero begins within subjectively....enjoy Love(+)
ReplyDeleteDom*;)xoxoxo---{--@