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.
in mind-shaping prose.Speakers fill my mind with their tones and sounds,creating an atmosphere from which I can evolve andbecome particles of my own poetry.
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.
Sounds of motorcycles hitting my ears; rhythms ofa rock and roll band, touching my soul and beyond.Looking ahead, a full day, filled with family andfriends, ending in a rodeo benefit for my sisterand brother-in-law, who lost everything in a firein Black Canyon City.
Filing away for future writing and poetry, creating meaning and verve for others to read and feel the flow of my interior rivers and waterfalls.Hopefully taking to heart some small part of what I say in my writing.
