Monday, October 16, 2006

Creativity

I wondered ...

how the spinning particles
know their dance;
how the singer sings
the unsung;
how the the writer
names the unnamed;'
how the painter
reveals the unseen;
how the sculptor
moves his hands.
Then I leaned ...
into my pain,
and felt myself,
weightless, spinning.

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