vibrating pixels

in between the focused and the sound
is a level of vibration
that smells like home


only the rock can say
whether or not it meets its zen
ours is left to decide


convergence of lines in passing
recalls the ideal position
for symbols to exhibit presence


always in the details
arrangements can be found like sounds
emanate a life of their own

Decayed leaf and subtle shades of life as moss formed rock remind the cycle turns in spite of mind, we are in a world of wonder.