Elephant tears
Leave a puddle.
Luckily,
Dreams float.
Elephant tears
Leave a puddle.
Luckily,
Dreams float.
Welcome–
To the moment
Where mind spasm
Births word.
Scatter your thoughts
Then collect the pieces.
Arrange them cleverly
Into a design that pleases.
In the still air
Mind finds
Her hammock
At last.
The mystery of NOW
Repeats itself.
Meanwhile…
Silence fishes
For fresh thoughts.

Sometimes a Dream happens,
And you don’t know what to do…
If you don’t follow it,
It will chase after you.

(acrylic painting by the author)