morning hillside
on this cool morning hillside
with dew enchanting my cloths
I gaze at the wonders of my ceiling
watching the kaleidoscope of visions
seeping before my eyes
clouds suggesting childhood images
as a giraffe parades by
my thoughts are far from labor
dreams surviving in my heart
a cute pony cavorting between sunrays
what is the finality of this time
will the fantasy of imagination flee
0n this cool morning hillside
I envision my past, my future
Meditating to Heal 