The Earth is my carpet
My Mother ~ My Home
I shall roam
Thru soft hushed beds of green

Your voice paints
Sacred visionary cliffs
Enneagram answers scribbled in cave lingo
Flaming ochre scriptures poured on
Parchment rolls . . . tumbling tumbleweeds  

Deliciously savored visions in fine French cafes

Anise brings me zee pastry ~
Et pour un petit moment I’m home in marzipan memories of you