My ideas are rustling without affection,
They need to go in some wild direction.
Massive ideas rumble in my gut,
I am to proceed…. out of my rut.
Ahhh the evening in its splendor,
Offers up the Creator’s…
Exquisite – majestic – – – “Be” stillness.
A reverberating, yet silent cadence speaks.
A deep significance catches me in tune,
A surprise in store by morrow noon!
Such delightful awareness…
I am to be heiress!
The possessor of the Divine!
Spirit beckons me “take the cake…
and enjoy the journey of what you can make”!
Copyright 2017 by Barbara Alley Hoyle. All rights reserved.
*Picture of Lake Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico