in the beginning, the words flow like water
someone’s left the tap on
i become aware – the water is running
the flow begins to slow
enamored by the words
the shapes of the letters
the colors of the sounds
noticing space between words
i am drawn back into myself
the space in which all these words appear
and when the last syllable disappears
there is ….
This is from the collection of stories, essays, poems and insights that is compiled to form the book From Lemurs to Lamas: Confessions of a Bodhisattva. Download a PDF or order the book Here.