Waves of confusion flutter the gates
of the mind, creating a fortress of solitude
that cannot be penetrated,
Seeking answers among rushing thoughts
that wisp through but never really stop.
Afterward, no answers that make sense,
like a carousel that never stops,
like a turbulent storm that creates havoc,
doing the best you can to grasp
a single thought that makes sense,
then a serene calm . . .
--written by special guest blogger, ML on 6/12/07
(entered by MayarOwl 6/16/07)
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Saturday, June 16, 2007
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