& I feel the pulse slowing down already.
not good buddies at all
with that busybody called stress,
so there's an extra comfort in finding
my way back to rest.
that's the instant when the lustrous beauty
called inspiration takes over,
& filling with a longing to follow
her luminous trail...
“The mind I love most must have wild places,
a tangled orchard
where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass,
an overgrown little wood,
the chance of a snake or two,
a pool that nobody fathomed the depth of,
and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.”
wishing you light & love
& a soaring creative spirit this Easter time.