Life with a cat tells you……
Nothing is sacred, the Queen sleeps where she wishes, will move anything out of her way to make it “her” spot, will attack if you move too quickly so cannot be decked out for the season, yet becomes a part of it regardless. This is Smokey, and this is her new sleeping nook…..glad we didn’t put anything fragile up there. Little freak.
The skies filled my head with a thousand words,
pinpricks of ink dotted the invisible lines
filling them with the finest of art
channeled tales from beyond.
They had no name,
those who whispered their secrets to me
in the deepest realms of sleep I wandered
with quill in hand and a pot of color
as dark as the midnight skies,
I wrote as the eyes remained closed
and locked in the world where everything spun
and nothing much seemed to make sense,
just ancient markings on parchment
stacked in random disarray
I sorted through so many pages
knowing that somewhere within
the secrets lay.
I gathered them in my mind,
mixing them like flour and salt
and yeast to rise them higher
hoping the truth would surface
and lay like cream on the top of the jar,
yet all that remained were foreign tongued symbols,
marked with some importance
in a fiery red mark like the dying sun on a horizon.
I closed my eyes as the pen began to stir,
as it swirled across the waiting cloud
I began to understand,
it wasn’t the words that were so important,
but the invisible thought between the spaces
where creativity remain waiting for exploring,
and a sign to mark as my own,
all my heart ever wanted or dreamed
was sitting there in plain view,
words that were always waiting to be made,
on pages that could only live
if I were to give a part of me.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 