The Mystic Muse
The Mystic Muse
Soaring in and out of the rainbow colors in my mind;
Sprinkling stardust ideas; calling on image-breezes;
Spinning the word mill at Spirit-to-Spirit confluence;
Swaying suggestions on branches of composition tree;
Slowly dripping teardrop thoughts from sprigs of Weeping Willow;
Raining down joyful verse from our nimbostratus mindscape;
Pounding out anxious rhythms on a spring Grouse’s thunder;
Skipping across chakras; alighting mandalic labyrinths;
Whisking me away to creative realms of All-That-Is.
© 2008
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