Into the woods
I go
to find my soul
to let it go…
Free to be…
to be me.
Lost in thought
I find my
peace
and dream
of visions
and verses
yet seen
or heard.
Alone with the forest
and its creatures
I am home,
I am loved,
alone…
Into the Mystic
I roam
to find my
soul…
Web of
life
web of
lies
connected
disconnected
weak or
strong~
webs of
deceit
webs
that
create
webs
that
destroy
weaver
of truth
weaver
of lies
where
does
reality
lie?
Within,
of course…
within
tangled
webs…
Days of old
unfold
memories
crowd the hill
reach for another
pill~
The wisdom
of the
Mother
ignored,
living life
engorged~
Misfits
that never
belonged
no longer
long…
Follow the
path
and sow
your seeds,
in time
you will
succeed~
Listen to
the wind
and your
Mother…
what is it,
can I hold
it in my hand
or only my
heart…
Does it trickle
down like a
gentle rain
or a beam
of sunlight…
does it change
anything
besides the
flutter of my
eyelids
as I dream…
Truth
is in the
doing,
letting go,
holding on…
Is it Venus
or Mercury
does it matter,
if I believe…
