Threshold (Symphonic Movement - A Suite For The Soul And Compliment) Poem by Ann Mckeeman

leaves scattered across the soft waking earth...

moon shine..sun beams weaving blankets..weightless formless glittering with their own
illumination...



open stands the door way..offering all things...all time

the shifting swirling shimmering fabric of eternity...

to tantalize and encourage weary spirits..grown ancient with knowledge..


a harmony, a kaleidoscope...seen through this moment...
of brevity and transitory human existence...


alice through the looking glass..murmured laughter

so far..and distance is laughable....


even the air through the form of lungs is a game..loving and sure

(beyond the portal of vision, far past the beating of hearts...lies a field

of quantum brilliance- infinite crystal drops like tears..caressing the strands

of the universal web of all...

each one connected and separated -vibrating in tumbling synchronicity..)


the path stands open..the way familiar...