GEESE – expressions of infinity

Drumsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.

A voice inside the beat
says, “I know you’re tired,
but come. This is the way.”

Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks

It was a still morning, with a few ripples in the wide expanse of the nearby waters.  On the far horizon there was a slight hint of the nighttime hues surrendering into the gentle oranges of dawn.  Then, suddenly, almost magically, there were sounds of joy percolating in the distance.

My mind danced with the disappearance and reappeara...