23 Sep Ripples
There are windows in the fabric of creation,
Ripples move through what we call ‘reality’
Like wind moves through the lake’s soft undulation,
Multi-facets break the surface that we see.
You speak to us through every wave and layer
Each ripple brings a new face to the light.
Dimensions come and go with every player
In the fabric of creation made of light.
So open your pores and feel the ripples
As they move through the fabric of your time.
Whatever you think stable might be fickle
And new worlds open from between the lines.