notions in motion

laying underneath
beckoning from above...

lying behind
becoming ahead...

darkness glowing
in a candle light

shadows sheltering
at highnoon

notions in motion
turning blues into songs*


* there is much turbulence in our world claiming lives, destroying environment,
in the midst of crises, Spring Revolutions around the globe, hold great promise...from these reflections, this poem.

"false hope seeks refuge
in the land of nostalgia

true hope rises
from the land of the future.

one steps back
while the other moves forward',

said a voiceless whisper
riding on tear drops.

Gift and giver grow,
in the heart, in the mind
from whose body
the spirit soar
there, where here and beyond
gift-giver-receiver
is One Marvel, Life