to see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour...

william blake


ephemeral traces fleeting moments in time
liquified forms weaving hypnotic lines
infinite patterns forever repeating
frozen motions signify meaning

not real or illusion and so none but itself
no personal intended aesthetic felt
void of all pre-conception
alchemy in convection

eternal revolving of space and of time
through oscillations poetic rhymme
momentary as the smoke-ring
transitions recycling

butterfly wings creating tornados
an angels golden harp and halo
heartbeat of a hummingbird
the passing word

out of the ether and into thin air
an essence flicker barely there
catch it to step out of time
touch the sublime

charli lindsay