The Illusion of Motion -

This is a guest post by Joseph Farley, thank you Joe.

The Illusion Of Motion

The spot on the ceiling

that seems to crawl

may be a spider,

or it may be the mind

that wanders,

a particle drifting

through space

while galaxies of memory

churn and mix

sight and sound,

past and present.

The spot moves, or

it stays in one place

while the ceiling moves,

shifting against

the motion of the moon

as do the stars at night,

leaving the fixed star

in heaven for its season

to focus attention

until another spot

(the fleck of a bird

passing by the window,

the shadow of a car

on the wall,

the crack in the door

that lets the light in)

beckons and the mind follows

where it leads

down roads of mystery

and revelation,

over distance and time,

until all things blend

as one streak of motion,

a single line of thought

that becomes a point

when viewed head on,

a spot on the ceiling,

a point to begin again.