it fills the space between constant whether sorrow or spirit bright
becoming painted with the light of the morning
or darkened by tempest turning
inward looking
random or not so
these bubbles dust the landscape of everywhere
driving in the between
like a train roaring
a thunder distantly heard against the tide of the ordinary
thoughts
spin out
or hold upon a task
a treasure
a tease
a terror
filling the space between this intimate dust mote travels the cosmos
to alight upon the faraway
the forever moment
the tender tendril of leaves outside a window
the fire of some sparked ember
burning
learning
leaning
into whatever world we create
whatever paradigm of shine
a river of consciousness streaming out
cascading between walls & worlds
from freedom or fear
taking on the
colors of
our birth
our death
our feathered aliveness untarnished tarnished
thoughts
thoughts to words to images to moments to light
an axis within
within
all darkness damning
dust motes of thoughts
to light
