A Poem

by

Zorba Christi

A Poem.

In freedom's flight we do but prance,
a blur of Energy, in a strobed Light Dance.

A moments seeing of a "you" and a "me",
Then, upon a grin...
Collapse into a wholeness, just "you/me".

A Thought of Light, starry atoms in flight,
The pulse of God, in the deep of Night...

That which is 'serious' will never hear,
What is so deliciously near,
.........and riding on this Breath!

Zorba Christi March 25, 2001

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