Thoughts flying left and right,
Somewhat like an out of control kite.
Higher and higher, they fly on the wind,
Body strung too tight, filled with images entwined.

Am I the only one who sees these flying tails?
It all screams to me: “it’s in the details!”
Try as I might to get around this jumble,
These thoughts are creating nothing but a loud mumble.

Mind filling in the gaps with random meanderings,
Wondering what all of this colony brings.
Proven worthiness time and again,
I refuse to remain where everything is mundane.

S*** or get off the pot,
Do it now, before you get caught.
As I always say, time reveals all things,
Don’t ever forget that I will always have my angel wings.

Very nice...and confused as we get, we still know our roots to never forget......

I am where you are....in many ways.
As it is also time for me to change my mundane and make my LIFE MOVE!


Here's to you, as we read, as we write.
That in which we both struggle and fight.
To bring us into, what IS, in our sight!

Thank you for your thoughts/comments/sharing.

This particular piece was written some time ago ... the mundane is not much more than a fleeting memory .. transcendance has long since begun.

Within the hand of our Father,
Such things do not carry any weight of a bewitcher.

Eyes wide open all of the time,
Easily spots the puddles of slime.

*smiles warmly*

Thank You..for sharing your heart..

My pleasure to give away,
That which is of His array,
Much like a beautiful bouquet,
As giving from the heart, is the only way to convey.