Particles of fractured fragments, swirling.
Glass in colored patterns, flowing round.
Pre-scripted dances, each with different partners.
With turning, still another vision found.

The viewer can disrupt the prism, changing,
By shaking, turning, twisting, turning right.
But can’t control the dances or the patterns,
They’re each already set for his delight.

The eye decides what beauty it’s beholding,
Through ego or through happy lit-up eyes.
We each perceive the vision of our choosing,
But by learning to forgive the ego dies.

While peering through the viewfinder attracts us,
For purposes of healing or in fear,
Remember all we see outside will vanish,
When finally we find His Kingdom here.