The writer sits for hours, seemingly inactive.
Looking into the eyes of the writer
you may wonder where she is
for her eyes are unfocused, appearing to see nothing.
How deceiving perceptions are able to be!
The outer body of the writer may be inactive
but within her mind unbelievable vista’s unfold!
Her eyes appearing to see nothing
are truly seeing many things.
Sounds of the world around her fade away
as she listens to the sounds of other worlds,
and other times.
The writer journeys from within,
following the story told to her by the wind.
Birds lift her from the Earth
and give her flight.
Dolphins dive with her into the depths of their world
showing her and sharing with her
the world they know as home.
Inspiration fills her as she listens to the symphonies
of sunrise and sunset.
She walks the gardens in long ago Pompeii.
Galaxies beckon, she dances in the sparkling dust
of the stars and the moon.
Stories unfold for her to know, heard in the
whispers of a distant past.
Lives filled with triumphs, struggles, pains and love
are shown to her from the loops of time.
The writer sitting still, observes life
and all she sees and hears.
The music and the dramas of life,
whisper to her ~
so many stories yet to be told.
July, 27, 2008