In Seven Moves
( Prologue)
And my spirit moves above
The face of formless deep,
Underneath its waves are rhymes,
Mine to loose or keep
One
Have you got a light?
Burn imagination,
Give me benefit of sight
For this adaptation.
Two
Stretch some room between
The poles of paradox,
Set the standard for belief:
Faith is skipping rocks.
Three
Separate the fixed
From the things that flow,
Plant it full of mustard seeds
Deep, and let them grow.
Four
Measure time with moons,
Plodding stars and sun,
Catch the heavens on my watch,
Shall we dance, not run?
Five
Cast a spell of wings,
Dive right though the waves,
Leave doubts to themselves
And leave behind their cozy caves.
Six
Everyone that breathes
Sometimes hold their breath,
Letting go of life
Instead of letting go of death.
Seven
Think I'll take a rest,
Forget about what's done,
Laugh (or cry) a little bit,
Finished, well, begun.