Light glimmers off the gold nib <br />of my fountain pen <br />dances 'cross my eyes: <br />lightning in miniature. <br />Light & energy all the same <br />measured by quanta <br />or ('neath th'atomic) <br />by traces of quarks <br />charmed particles... <br />Black ink seems too serious <br />too stark 'gainst <br />bright, white paper. <br />Words, random letters: <br />wonder of language & perception. <br />Minds seek order <br />even in random flashes of light: <br />signals from other dimensions <br />worlds beyond reach <br />just far enough we can't touch them, ever... <br />Holographic reality dances <br />in a mirror of light <br />spins galaxies dancing <br />'gainst a sea of blackness <br />filled with spectra <br />beyond our sight. <br />I close my eyes & meditate <br />sensing vastness between thoughts: <br />Each thought looms <br />giant-like then moves away <br />with doppler shift <br />leaving a space, not to be filled but felt. <br />A space wherein we meet <br />the Self we truly are, <br />becoming Light <br />our soul, a star. <br /> <br />(Copyright 1/10/2006)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-space-between-thoughts/
