Dreams, my wordless thoughts.

As Ted Hughes said, his fishing was the sport
Which brought both meditation and a meal.
I have studied minds and dreams and thoughts

I see, like that, new images are caught.
In silence and in noticing the feel
What’s of value’s not by effort bought.

What we find may not be what we sought
At first it may not show its wise appeal
I have found a mind by dreams and thoughts

In the night the images take flight.
God’s lioness destroys what is congealed
What’s of value’s not by effort wrought.

Like a butterfly, a flowering dart
Of love and beauty which was once concealed
I have found my mind by dreams, my wordless thoughts.
What’s of value’s not by effort bought.