As long as one is conscious, nothing temporary, no past experience, is ever truly lost
Hermann Hesse
i will always have the poem
of the gentle butterfly
floating and fluttering in the garden
i can draw on the beauty and emotion
of moments and spaces that only ever
truly existed within my imagination
i will always have the song
of a beautiful woman walking
strolling through the headland meadow
i am taken to summers near and far away
both real, and from that immense
and infinite land of make believe
i will always have the images
of spiritual paintings
a time, of both then and now, when
i may retreat to a peaceful meditative place
with time and peace to encourage my practice
to flower with the energy and love of my mind
