my heart was built in a wicker basket,
my nerve ends are colored green. . .
the simple song of my bottomless soul
is gray with the distance of time, yet I find the colors of heaven
condensed in my memory's moments . . .
a rainbow of thought, where love
is a dream of peace . . .
after a summer rain shower . ..
I watch for the puddle which gathers a song,
and see the sun dancing on the cool water ripples,
pure and hot and gold, warm with the abundance
of life . . and
the reflection of the universe
which fills the center of my soul
with an energy, from a distant star,
or the presence of creation, and there
I sense a prayer on an angel's wing,
and the incense of life
makes me pause and remark
on the miracle of existence,
the beauty of
what is . . ..
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