delicate strands

Except for the point,

the stillpoint,

there would be no dance.

And there is only the dance.

~T.S. Eliot

may the light linger here…

inquiry for today~ somewhere in the liminal zone…..

simple dreams

A railway line, a tiny town

and not station in sight.

A dreamer wide awake

watching for trains throughout the night.

A stream of endless windows

framing new and different faces.

The pull of somewhere other,

of countless unseen places.

A hope of new horizons

and the taste of a goodbye.

Two tracks that stretch forever

then disappear into the sky.


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