“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

thoughtons (thought photons)

talking to friends
suddenly
her smile finds mine

tea dust escapes the bag
hitching a ride
on hot water

the little hourglass does
cartwheels
as my desktop meditates

red LED glow
dark screen
waits for dawn
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