I visited my heart so I could listen closer. She insisted I bring her daisies. Be sure to step softly here. For this is your oasis. I had a fight with my brain last night. Her record was on repeat. I needed to find some solid ground. So I could get some sleep. I tried every trick and tool. But I was made to be the fool. My brain, on a track with no exit. Please let me off at the next station. Round and round and round. Back to the same idea formation.
I remembered what my heart had said. In order to get to bed, I must travel again. Back to the place where I should have led. The warmth of my hand A blanket of light. The beat of my heart. Guided me to sleep that night. How are you doing? I asked my heart. Just fine now that you are listening. I should have from the start. Now, when it comes to visits with my brain. I bring a notebook and pencil I listen, but not in vain. Decide what seeds to plant. And what, has nothing to gain. I wonder what other parts Have to say? I guess that will have to be. Another day. Love, Rae
Beautiful!