All is Flow

A Chagall view of life

All is Flow

In here, there is no one God,

no solidity nor weight;

all is flow.

Towns, buildings, steeples

are animals of the fields,

birds of the air;

there are no edges nor corners

but fish-like, curved all to all:

all is flow.

We make no division:

all that is rooted has wings,

all fly as free as notes from a violin.

Animals of the fields, birds of the air

light as thought;

you and I,

our loves and togetherness

all part of that murmurating life;

all is flow.