The memory of the spider visitor mentioned in the previous entry helped me decide to post this poem now. And again - I will let this one speak for itself.
Mind Weavings
Healing thoughts,
words of wisdom,
pristine images
of nature speak
intermingle and form
new bonds of clarity
in the weavings of
my mind.
Childlike wonderings
still beg for attention
as the bonds form.
Ever so gently
I lift the strands
that anchor the
remnants of things
I no longer need
and set them aside.
Mind weavings of
goodness, purity,
joy and awe
flow around
and through each other
to produce a
tapestry of discoveries,
understandings,
inner truths
that I can wrap around
myself
to help provide the
security and contentment
I so deserve.
Healing thoughts,
words of wisdom,
pristine images
of nature speak
intermingle and form
new bonds of clarity
in the weavings of
my mind.
Childlike wonderings
still beg for attention
as the bonds form.
Ever so gently
I lift the strands
that anchor the
remnants of things
I no longer need
and set them aside.
Mind weavings of
goodness, purity,
joy and awe
flow around
and through each other
to produce a
tapestry of discoveries,
understandings,
inner truths
that I can wrap around
myself
to help provide the
security and contentment
I so deserve.
Sarah Carlson
August 5, 2007
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