A Poem of Open Space Craig Gilliam 10/3/06 The dance of nonsense, in and out of time, the swirling mass matters, the deep rhythms, no one knows, but all know, unspoken, rising waters, sinking tides, the Spirit moving over the deep, order from chaos, chaos from order, silence, out of the whirlwind, out of the fragments of disconnects, a subtle voice emerges, whispers, shouts, a new song, a new order, new connections, playing with and through us; Is it all for naught, or is it naught that opens the way? * * ========================================================== osl...@listserv.boisestate.edu ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of osl...@listserv.boisestate.edu: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html To learn about OpenSpaceEmailLists and OSLIST FAQs: http://www.openspaceworld.org/oslist
Below is a poem I offer that emerged from my experiences of Open Space.
This is the world it creates for me and in me. I hope you enjoy the sense
and nonsense of it. Thanks, Craig
- Craig--Open Space Poem Craig Gilliam
- Re: Craig--Open Space Poem Nancy Walton-House
- Re: Craig--Open Space Poem Chris Weaver
- Re: Craig--Open Space Poem Harrison Owen
- Re: Craig--Open Space Poem Chris Corrigan
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