New face in an old place.
An experience collector living for journals.
The peaceable searching for peace,
Where ire ignites quicker than fire.
A town notices strangers from their eyes.
Questions written on the lines of the forehead.
Answers come with attending Life’s lessons.
The road to becoming is oft quiet,
Besides the wind whistling to the songs of birds.
A consecrated will found a way of life.
A pilgrim awake in a real dream.
A life-long quest for the key of life.
It rests on the chest of Patience.
Covert conversations with Mother Nature.
She speaks of faith and devotion.
“Visualize . . . vocalize . . . realize.”
Living words breeze out of ancient lips.
They echo like slight rumbles of thunder.