My journey of infinite paths
epoch of turtle and me
a forest in a nanosecond
maze passing thru the eye
on the eve on a whirlwind
ride of multi faced moments
Where branches weave magic
with their leaves in a tea that
one may drink of their rings of
knowledge for the years to be
Reality or dreaming one to ask
could it be that I am just in the
break of a storm at a turtle's
pace in circles for a much too
fast French fairy tale beginning
but for living love impassioned
by an Irish evermore ending
(c) Essence for Turtle and Me
25May2012
Vivian L Dawson
ending. Lady Vivian this poem is delight to behold.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Don't know much about French fairies but I'm told Irish ones are best.
fee
or transmuted and the world of self-perception
and poetic imagining comes to the fore;
i love where this goes and where it takes me
john
Blessings,
Christine
The turtle has it write
Budd