Sanctioning every thought as if falls upon prayers said in catacombs of yore.
Feeling along stone walls, grasping stale air with tantamount sincerity.
At last, emitting signals to match prosaic symbols and omens as they focus carefully on edges of tomorrow.
Saturating even my brain cells with watchful sight, taking in every particle of each separate vision.
Keeping together throughout it all as I step into a nether world of imagination.
Gathering memories into many bouquets, presenting them to interior screens of remembrance.
Splintering and dropping us into heaps of trash to find our way out of.
There are no good reasons to place yourself inside, when the only way to live is outside in our desert’s vast, expansive and safe sands.Eyes touching cacti stubble, mountainous rocks and petals of beautiful flowers, which can always replace staring at computer monitors for hours on end.Walk through all the paper and red tape, say…
Wandering, not aimlessly, with my life,letting God take over my hours of today,while I just do the footwork, feel the moodof quiet peace, and learn that God’s plans aremuch nicer than my own.
