Monday, March 28, 2011


In the coldness of this winter
 I turn inside myself
and ponder the mysteries of this life
and as I sit wrapped
 in the warmth
 of lessons learned and meant to bes
my mind turns to hands
 the color of ambered honey
and a voice
 that dispels
 all thought
of sleet or snow
every movement felt
 the neck long
 the fingers deft
the strings taut
 the vibrations of inspired intention
 are liquid fire

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