I have filled my mind with dreams and thoughts
I have drawn conclusions that seem real.
What’s of value’s not by effort bought.
As Ted Hughes said, his fishing was the sport
Which brought both meditation and a meal.
I have studied minds and dreams and thoughts
We 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 my mind through 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.
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Very beautiful poem about the spontaneity of the creative process, Kathryn. You should be very proud of this poem.
I’ve been both busy with family responsbilities and lazy and tired this last week. but plaan to respond to your long letter to me you sent about a weeek ago if I can find it in my Emails. I’ll look for it soon. Best wishes, David
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Very beautiful poem about the spontaneity of the creative process, Kathryn. You should be very proud of this poem.
I’ve been both busy with family responsbilities and lazy and tired this last week. but plaan to respond to your long letter to me you sent about a weeek ago if I can find it in my Emails. I’ll look for it soon. Best wishes, David