I search for a place.
The place where everyone wants to go.
A DELICATE place that is the destination
of every heart that has ever overflowed
with the emptines of longing,
and beat with the pulse and spur
of gnawing WANDERLUST.
selah
That place is called "Somewhere".
It is found by "knowing", and not by "going".
I always find me as I see myself
coming back from that wonderful "Somewhere".
"Somewhere" is found by following the ANCIENT Path
whose direction is indicated by the nodding blossoms
of TIGERLILY ((see "Tigerlily & Bronze Man")).
It may lead up- or down-stream
of the FLOWING brook of Memory,
in the MEADOW of Reminiscences.
That brook goes on flowing,
no matter the lack of rain.
selah
In imagination we can go
or be anywhere or anyone
required the satisfaction of our psyche.
selah
But beware the unimaginative souls;
the ones that bear the plague-spots
of dreariness and settled-for-less,
that seem to be so PANDEMIC in today's world.
No hint of INSIGHTFULNESS in their eyes!
selah
My trip starts with my accumulated moods and stresses;
the daisy-petals from the sunshine,
and the mushroom-spores from The Cave.
I tenderly touch every DELICATE one,
like one of my favoured lovers,
telling each that it is my favorite.
Then I press them into my subconscious
as ENERGETICALLY as needed
to make my sheet of Creativity
smooth and as WHITE as a leaf of paper.
Then on that achingly unimpregnated sheet
I begin as Scribe.
selah
And thus my life is continued.
Well, Teddy,
I am not even gonna claim to understand this one. It seems to me that I will have to reread it at a time when my mind is quiet and not so frazzled. I'll be back.....
Kim