Tuesday, June 16, 2015

i Come Writing

away from New Mexico forest,
I come writing;
Out of my hidden place,
I come reading,
Close to Indian Ocean shore,
I come walking,
Inside the request for calm minds,
I come preaching.
.
Awaken from a bizzard dream,
I come wondering,
Upon an armchair where I sit,
I come beaming,
next to a man I marry,
i come caring and sharing.

wonder feet

foot prints,
life history,
hand writing,
abstract living.