The Snow Queen loves the sparkle
of sun on the multifaceted face of the
beautiful jewel in which she lives –
- and do you think it strange
that the Snow Queen should have
a bower of gold in the sun?
Actually, there is an amazing world
out there and I am too tired to care,
Lady Time thinks as she lies down,
I make my abode in the jewel called
the Universe - where my friend
Space also lives, and right now
My mind has to inflate to accommodate
every aspect of subjective rhythm which
is governed by the moon - waxing and
waning, to prepare for the dance that is
portrayed by a whirling dervish swirling
in mystical spirals – Shall we dance
Would you like to feel the rhythm vibrating
right through your system taking your mind
back to a primordial state of original bliss,
then you can break free to enter the fray
of chaotic particle physics and the joy
of probabilities - which means that
You can create and destroy as you wish
to learn what effect of your deeds you
wish to keep - and which effects did not
suit your evolving taste as you experience
more possibilities - which can
repel or enthral…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was hoping for breakfast tea and non-thinkingness, until sucked in by your poetic prowess non the less still still I AM