Filling days with serene splendor and beautiful wonder
as I played quietly with rocks, making my own little
nooks and secret hiding places.
Secretly and openly putting treasures found on desert
floors into caves of my own making.
No one interrupting or finding what I’d done on desert mornings.
Looking back, remembering these solitaire good times
fills me with pleasant thoughts on lonely, rainy
afternoons, under desert skyways; finding their paths
lead into hallways of mind-blowing endeavors.
space to move around in.Wide open expanses – just like my internal desert is.Blowing many formulas into the equation, so it mayeventually look exactly as I’ve dreamed.
heart with their tonal quality.Reaching depths of my being withtantalizing seasonings of joy,fulfilling moments of truth withsplendid peace.
Singing always to melodies of bygone days, tapping their energy, gladdening my heart as I pray for intuition’s help on my slow journey through a myriad of experiences along the way.Strongly anticipating every avenue on the road to beyond, as I step in time with my mind’s drummer.
in rhythmic notes, in front of many people.No longer a secret self, brought out intothe world of musical talent.Offering up many melodies, to be sent intointerior collections of poetry.Insinuating themselves in an array of roses,scented from within depths of my soul,standing in heaven’s realms.
type of preparation was needed.Squares filled with concrete and beautifulglass, making thought turn blue with peace-ful solace.Envisioning the process as it fills my mindwith ideas, blending abstractly with othercognitive formulas.
