Things change and our lives are dynamic.
Ideas come and go, what stays with us,
Are pieces of the whole diamond of mind.
We move the experience into way,
Traditional. On the flow of breath we,
Discover our presence. Glimpse of now.
The night wind, its visions and our sky.
Black Phoebe sings its nest by the water.
The visiting concepts of creation,
Heralding their appeal of completion.
Dapper wings fly visions in our minds.
Hunches and inklings going about us,
Like chirping birds, knowing each tune they sing
To notice neat words, which are simply liked.