I am where the ley lines meet
in a flash and sparkle of soul
just one point in a thousand crossings
that will never happen again.
I am the dust of the temples
and the grass upon which the starlight falls.
I am the eyes that consume the lights last journey.
I am the symbiosis of man
that only erring thought can make caustic.
When turned to the light I am milk and honey
and all sweet things
blended into the morning dew of new thought.
I am experience and time made manifest.
I am dream and reality
and made of nothing solid or still.
I am change
and I become the next moment
in a creation burst of light and electron
so dense that gravity obeys.
I am the only whisper
and the voiceless drone.
I am where all points meet.
I am focus.
I am the light that will never die.