Night Life
becomes the very point of me
the insubstantial ground of imagination
makes golden lights in my mind
seeing the sun at night
the moon during high day
a brilliant trinket
wakes me with luminos shouting
what the mind can see
the hand cannot touch
yet inner life
becomes the very point of me
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Nice:)
And you probably hear this all the time but...
You have a cool name:)
Love and light you
Chase:)
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard
enjoyed.....Art Sun...
This is beautiful...
Thanks,
Trixie