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?
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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
- Re: Craig--Open Space Poem Andrew Rixon
- Re: Craig--Open Space Poem douglas germann
- Re: Craig--Open Space Poem Christine Whitney Sanchez
