Apr 08, 2013 10:25
I touch the Universe.
It shimmers,
And vibrates,
And moves,
Reflecting
Its own concentric dance.
It's mesmerizing...
I don't know
How it responds
This time,
I never can predict it in advance.
It is a game
Of Touch-and-See,
No rules, no scores, no goal:
I move-
It moves-
It's moving me.
And what I learned so far is this:
There isn't
Any wrongful way
For me
To tickle
God.
Стихи