TOPSY TURVY
In a world all topsy turvy
Where the fear of death, kills the joy of life
Where health resides in disconnection
And sickness accuses connection.
Where weightless clouds dance across dunes of sand
and leaves flutter and float in heavy water
Chaos and uncertainty
Gently rest in the silence of emptiness
That space in between the rise and fall
of each tide and swell
Reminding and quietly Transforming
All the Topsy Turvy
Of linguistic linearity
into Experienced Beauty.
Into Experienced Being.
