What I Tried To Capture

To concentrate the mind / to live in the shape of a moment / involves persistence.

. . . . .

Overheard is a soft voice guardedly magnifying its way into consciousness,

lingering on the corner / of the heart's compassion / it glistens without noise.

Whatever it is / of its drifting / the very least of it slinks / sliding sideways 

into the hidden dailyness of imagination / asserting its own kind of grammar.

Now, the eyes consider how it teaches / the body, the mind / to be as still as it,

even when one's thoughts push against imagining / in such a transitional terrain.

Something to think about / as the camera clicks / giving its best shot to draw it out.
And when you lock eyes with the geometry of it, the uniqueness of the world sings.

. . . . .

A kind of joy sends its regards as you delight in the mystery of the voice in it, the light.

. . . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkAFV-hw1Js&feature=relmfu