Musings take form in my thoughtcloud,
lighting up my ideabulb;
my mouth inflates a speechballoon.
Icons of Faith, Paradigms of Vision,
Music of the swirling Orbs:
A history of mystery!
Rhythm & tune set the room
to tell the tale (we know so well)
and make it live again – boom!
I live on a string between birth & death,
& try what I try, in the short time I have:
O, do it with wondrous noticing!