psychic one

It's not often the clock happens to read 1:11 when you get out of bed on the 11th day of the month. 

making love to my brain

morning sunrise
another day
making love to my brain
quiet conversations seduce me
back to the ideas
of birth
when first discovered
blind around the corner
empty space
our future exposed
making me smile
see the wonder
joy putting my heart at ease

baking love into my heart
invited by a natural expression
to where the spirit starts
the words that calm me
in this empty space
flow from somewhere higher