Every thing I see
A Collection of everything.
The reflection be
it clear or quite mysterious-
Remains in my mind’s eye.

The flower’s deep ink
Paints the images of my mind,
Taste of a mixed drink
Punctuating my sentences,
I smell the way it feels.

Experience rhymes
With experience I think and
Wondering sometimes
How this knowledge filled my mind
When I wasn’t looking.

Suddenly I write
Alarmed by the apparition
Where there falls no light
And this ministry becomes
The ground at my feet.