Art by Norman E. Masters
Even when the veil slips never a full-faced presence the mirror catches an image shard words wander hands never quite touch always a gap sometimes quite narrow but still a gap. A moment comes the veil lifted mirror shines clear words arrive, hands touch the gap is closed. Time stops now slips through the crack. I come, full-headed back veil of time covers the moment. For many years, I thought there were answers then wondered, what is the question. Questions dry up, leaving wonder wonder gentles open silence. Many years I spun about a vortex a center that seemed to hold. One day the vortex holds nothing, nor can it. At the center, dark and empty fear bores itself calm comes home.