Mind buzzes,
Fickle bee.
Flower to flower,
Drinking sap of memories
and humming of things to come.
When mind-mouth is open
Eye is closed.
When I is open
Mystery unfurls
Like new leaf
Studded with rain gems.
Voices hushed
Listening to colour,
Shapes,
Mystical whisper of Now.


Nice …the nectar it conjured was sweet…..
Studied moment by moment ..