Poem

Will I cast a deaf eye

Will I turn a blind ear

Will me be you and you me

Or will the line be thicker now, broader even.

When does sound become movement

And movement become thought

Is sound the absence of silent’s

Is silent’s all sounds, like white light is all colour

Is awareness the prism where all passes through

To become palatable, touchable, knowable

Is mind but an innocent bystander,

Catching but a glimpse of what the universe offers

All is energy, nothing is without

The driving force,  the binding agent

The what that makes you me and in reverse

change direction and it makes form, sound, touch

What makes energy change direction,

Intention of..

Random action of..

Collision off the line between you and you

Mind will never know or draw the picture clear

But I will try

I´ll try and fail

But I will get close if I can only let the paint brush go

Let colour pass back through the prism into pure white

Containing all motion all love.