When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Inspiration

Having just emerged out fom the darkest cavern's with in.
I can finally see the light.

Acknowledging what is mine ,  flinging it forward and behind .

This being a new time , a new space ,

no place for primordial patterns.

Here at the end of this tunnel ....inspiration ... eclipsing  my need for the familar.

I can reinvent myself again and again.
Like a cat with nine lives.

I will forever be changing with the tides .

Lark