In the spaces between words,
In the silence surrounding voices,
In the spaces outside the letters
Lies that which is more precious,
Than anything we can define,
Or defile with measurement.
The vector of Time spares no one,
Slashes and surges through these
Veins of nothingness
Leaving dust in our hands,
Shadows in our minds,
But hearts full of emotion.
What we chase,
What we know,
What we feel,
What we dream…
Like sparks in a thunderstorm,
Of gathering clouds…
Everything contained,
In the infiniteness of the instant.
To feel,
To be.
Between 2 Sips 
2 responses to “Electric Impulses”
superb
thanks Baba.