The hazy distance

clears with forward

motion -

and there is a point...

where it resembles

,many abstract things -

where it takes on

features of every form...

as the road behind

is swallowed up -

and disappears.

This place of abstraction

is the artist's pallet,

the poet's pen,

the musician's instrument

and the magicians home -

It's where life

is given form - shape -

colour - words - motion

and sound.

This pinpoint place

of larger light -

is sanctuary and

chalice...

the eye of the storm,

the very root of

manifestation -

the substantial...

Dan - Tien