A glistening pool,
hidden in plain sight,
cuts like ice
or blissful fire
through constructed worlds –
freeing awareness
of thoughts in space,
ripples in a larger flow,
tides lapping on one shore –
where past and future
converge in presence
and time is a mirage,
a dance of light
on undulating water.
A living openness
permeates all,
dissolving tangles
into shimmers.
Chris Stewart 