Between a thought and the empty space
nestled in a memory bank of illusions
I see between the raging wind
words unknown, never spoken.
Lofty heights above bubbling clouds
there waits the sun with shimmering light,
And these thoughts keep moving
in sleep and dreams,
spaces and places
where everything is all
and nothing fills the chasm
between now and forevers days.
Water washes down on souls
endless rain on deserts pool
reflecting skies and infinity.
no name given to the miracles
except for that which is
the symbols of our waking hours,
compartmentalized to make sense
when there is the depths
that cannot be fathomed,
where there a thought of emptiness
there waiting,
between the sliver of reason
where everything
and nothing resides.