by Liam

It’s when the body’s weak, not strong, 

The breath, its flow, is soft and slow. 

Eyes, they burn, 

Onto an aching side, I turn.

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

It’s deep to reach my inner speech, 

Walk around inside this busy 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 across the floor. 

Serendipity’s grin, 

Eternity’s win, 

Creativity’s cry, 

Magical eye.

Grateful, this art in hand,

Mindful, for you set all free.

Creatively, now we stand,

Happily, smile into infinity.