Holy Moments Poem by guillermo veloso

Connected in dissonance
Riding the light of
Both particle and wave
Trapped in a matrix of thought that builds the frame
Stuck in collective memory and
Slave to a constructed instant
Reduced to desiccated words and their emptiness

How do we breach the walls of existence
When we are our own guards
Our lives the tower keep.
Outside a sun blooms and falls
Outside space and time dance a tango of love and passion
Curving to the delicate motions of an unseen finger as it
Draws across the black silk of dark matter
Pointing and prodding in our dreams
Set the top spinning over and over
As we revolve around fear and laziness
In search of holy moments