Through Summer and Autumn, all Winter and Spring,
I’m doing my dream job! I write, play and sing!
The movement of nature, from north to south pole,
Inspired by Spirit Rock keeps me in flow.
I can’t see the saffron or ivory hues,
But here in my mind creativity brews…
Where even a black hole of darkness conspires
To open my lion heart, fueling its fire!
A saxophone solo I cannot provide;
I’ve uke and guitar, plus a zither and lyre.
At peace when I meditate, hearing the Voice,
And praying reminds me I do have a choice.
I am living my dream! I’m the envy of some,
And I have everything but a steady income!
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #22