Malleable inner reality. Finals of the Son of Slam. |
Freedom Within __________________________________________ I used to battle and race in concrete rationality In limiting humiliating slavery In blind bondage, in technical utopia In the mechanical march of time. Then we met at Montparnasse And time elongated, then stood still. We paused to watch a running stream Listen to the wind blowing through the trees Follow the sun across the azure skies. I felt the growth of seeds The quiet ageing of trees The warming of the earth and seasons The patterns of stars across the dark canvas of the sky. Within I knew, knew when to plant and when to harvest When to change with the tempo and the rhythms Like water in a rock-strewn mountain stream. In your radiance I saw light The exquisite corpse drank new wine. With your perfume in my reality, Dali’s Conquest of the Irrational Ticking on a melting clock, I saw time shrink, time expand time curl and time wink I saw time stand still And slip forward again. From the rapid vibration and quantum pulse of a sub-electron To the resonant rhythms of the expanding universe Into non linear dimensions making a noisy entrance Between yin and yang of light and darkness We danced, enjoined in chaos and harmony. Hours were seconds, a minute took years Time flowed to a vibrant dance The dance of the moon and dance of the sun The jazz and double bass of the cosmic dance On currents, eddies and vortices of time, floating free. Free as the comet shooting across iridium skies Free as the Oort clouds in the outer milky way Free as the radio waves carrying the colors of distant stars Free to act, free to decide, free to feel freedom inside Free to vibrate with the omnipresent eye Find my peace within. |