The Well of Souls Clouds part, vanishing into the haze,Renewed clarity revealing moldy debris;That which cannot leave, still escapes me,That which can never come back is with me.Thoughts wandering, breathing sparkling air;Cleaning the house while wandering outdoors!Quietly fetching the water, and chopping wood,Ground hog ignores me content to keep distance,Informing me, in no uncertain words, to buzz off.Time stands still pressing down upon the very air,The future behind me, the air itself breathes back,Master the art of standing still faster than light!Without going anywhere I encircle the universe,Effortlessly nothing, still always has to rhyme,Doing nothing, apparently, not quite nothing.Mama's memory assuming many expressions,She is the spark within, which can never die,Perpetually living on, in one form or another;Infinite siren chorus, haunting and beckoning.Mama imploring us all with personal messages,Celebrating everything anew in all her creations,Flowing from the well of souls, down by the river!Desiring to boldly go where no one has gone before!Yet again my heart soars gazing on the eternal stars!Knowing that I only really know I know but nothing!
This is one of the more fun short poems just because it has obvious wave dynamics and is an easy one to write. Like contemplating your own naval the wave dynamics can be hypnotic and some might assume they have some sort of mystical meaning or whatever but, for me, they are merely mama nature begging the question and offering us another opportunity to believe whatever we want.
