Moving into motion-
Restless like and earthbound ocean.
Dreaming slows, but never ceases
As the body seeks what the spirit releases...
Slowing down to lightning speed,
Each thought becoming a ceaseless need.
Eternal, deliberate;
Vast and infinite.
Motion moving in steady stream-
Heartbeat echoes the shifting dream
That tumbles among the in-between
And becomes a philter of deepest heart green,
Matching the motion caught by Spring;
Movement blooms to flowering...
Following the mystery
That leads to what is meant to Be.

4/23/02
Thyme

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