Poem: Finding Infinity

by Liam

It’s when my body’s weak, not strong,

My breath, its flow, is soft and slow.

Eyes, they burn,

Onto my aching side, I turn.

Here, thinking is my feeling, Feeling thoughts which intertwine.

It’s deep to reach my inner speech,

Walk around inside my mind.

Those soft persuasive voices,

The conversation between Me and me.

The things I do,

The decisions made,

The here, the now,

The story played,

The wonder of a wish come true,

The simple fact of me and you.

Not time, but rhythm, a calling,

Words, thoughts, we dance, we sing,

Into the music of this space,

All quiet, absolutely true, this ring.

Gratefully gliding, moving,

We spin timeless to the floor.

Serendipity’s grin,

Eternity’s win,

Creativity’s cry,

Magical eye.

Grateful with this art,

Mindful mind, I see, not me.

Nothing, really firm at all,

Happily lost in infinity.