Accujuncture

Dressed in this fine breath of a flicker of an outline

People, animals, and flowers grow toward me

bringing messages, messengers, and gifts of energy.



I wear my robe like a teardrop,

fluid and attracting.

Everything is magnified in the distance.



A pin point among other pin points

is being pulled magnetically with such force,

melding.



On the grounded side,

we are moving slow as the sun comes up

and the moon goes round.



I see masterpieces in the

blink of a flicker between the strict lines of this

chastising world.



© 10-Jul-2008 Sonja J. Johnston