At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Friday, August 28, 2009
4.1.6.06 Remembered
What do I seek for company while I wait
A length of peace to knot about my waist
A gentle reminder that I am not alone
And I always have me, my forever first home
The language that serves this rapport most completely
Is time spent gazing into the soul’s deep and endless seas
And Ecstasy offers herself for the taking at all hours
All offerings shared add to our collective powers
We agree to take forms
Designed to transform
Spinning a web of hope and childlike grace
With a fluid ease, intuitively at an unhurried natural pace
The gratitude that surrounds my heart space
A light, strong, comforting and sacred ivory lace