CREATION IN PROGRESS L.A. Maihi |
I know my feet are grounded, my bones are surrounded yet I float like air
I'm feeling not of this world but there is a koru, a swirl
of mass, of density, of a heaviness of a propensity to crash into the earth
yet I hold no weight and my soul to take is several shades of opaque
I am glass with no corners just a never ending birth
I am a lightness of being, an invisible stocking seam
I carry no weight here, I carry no weight...
I am a thought, a passing fancy
I'm feeling not here, see-through and clear
L.A. Maihi