Gyral spiral turn and coil.
Reflecting inward, ever on.
The churning, burning mind;
coiled tight like a chameleon's tail.
Weathered stone beating
with a rhythm of the world-dragon's heartbeat:
thrumm...thrumm...thrumm...
Granite etchings - the slow meticulous hand of artisan rain
crying inverse stone tears.
Lovely poem... time has a way of sculpting nature in a beautiful way, and maybe not so random as we think ie: 1 1 2 3 5 . I`ve just come back from visting the Alhambra in Spain, I think the Moors had more than an insight into some of natures hidden secrets...
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love it!
ReplyDeleteYou embed such energy in your work!
I feel it. :-)