Within a handheld mind, luxurious models of life can be played with and then returned to shelves from whence they came.
Lumbering down slides of sand, gently erasing memories over time, eroding into eternal waters and carried out to sea.
Waves rising and crashing, enveloping in their white foamy arms, an entire person wrought from God.
Waiting patiently in the lobby of distant ideas, time creepsby as frozen sheets of ice thicken – turning everything intothe present.After silently talking and allowing ice to melt, the past isbuilding, ever so slowly – creating it’s memories anew andlaying them out in my mind.
Waiting for it to take me into the heavens, soaringto my destiny, being written with a pen.
Silently, walking away, immersing myself in writing, music and art, taking advantage of my imagination and intellect.Going beyond boundaries just to keep me within them.
Never allowing it slack, keeping it tautso as not to fall into it’s trap.Singly taking attitudes, adjusting them,covering over them, letting it all be,until it comes collapsing on top of us.
pillows of discovery.Dream-filled contemplation allowing opening of chambershidden secretly inside my brain.Wandering joyously, seeing illuminated knowledge runningto greet me – meet me through wisdom’s doors.Laughter reverberating, tickling my soul and burying itselfsedately in my mind.Feeling changes alternating each state of mind I’m in, takingcharge, creating new experiences, leading me on to ever greater thoughts and…
