poem: mansions of thought

POEM: Mansions of Thought

Who has tasted the delightful zest of freedom
To laugh in solitude and enjoy a minute of rapture

For no apparent reason
Only responding to your own choosing

And then enjoy another minute and then another minute
Til you can do nothing but declare in awe
That Life is beautiful

A world without second guessing, the present pressing a kiss
A breath bringing ecstasy by the simple awareness of existence

Standing in the design of power and compassion
As an architect of mansions of thought
Where you mind wine cellars of wisdom
Timing choice bottles for celebrations on landscaped intentions

The library of your peaceful musings opens out to a courtyard of life
Where you admire prize roses
Thorns and all

Who will play architect, gardener, master, artist, maestro
In houses of thoughts moving through and fro?

Mansion or hut
Make a stand
Built on rock
Or designed on sand

Copyright ©2005 J. R. Hollyday


~ by jnetsworld on March 24, 2005.


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