Poetic musings on seeing a bubble.
Swirling within smooth rainbowing movement
The bubble traps time, wraps soundlessly around
Eternity and vibrates it with transient beauty.
In a small cell of restraint this mystic jailor bound
Space and minimalised it. Encased in a thin fragile
Layer of temporary skin lay movement inside which
Time stood silently still breathlessly waiting, while
I glimpsed Love held shining momentarily and fitting
Tightly in the bubbly sphere I saw life as Uncreated-
Intention, a mere potential, an idea yet in the womb.
A place before thought began lies consecrated
As future universal happenings, all entombed
Inside a glassy see-through ball, which bursting
Shows what falls is simply conception in reverse.
life is a bubble that just seems to take forever to burst....