The Dreamer

In the stillness of night
stirring my mind remote sleep
the drum roll of mysterious thoughts
have risen
from the endless reservoir
of the ocean deep.

The night floods have crept
the valley floors and crevices
have filled my wandering trails
every secret corners and hidings
that my consciousness has awaited
in loving ambush.

Wake up to the floods tidings
for it shall leave with the strike of day
fortify your thoughts and let none astray
direct and channel her captive spirit
and let it enter your receptive vision
to breathe her living spirit
for tomorrow your heart will rejoice
her fertile influence
by the light of day.


MOOD
2 January,2009.

Splashes of Light

It is in times of darkness
That the brightest splashes of light are seen
Just as the dreamer is awakened
He sees the brilliance of day
Amazed by the perpetual play of ideas
That for a moment master his consciousness
Just as waking life is fired
By sparks of imagination
It is always the inspired self
That sets the inner life a glow
No creation would happen without intervention
And creativity is an affirmation
Those splashes of light we require more
To master our destiny
And be the wiser
Each passing day.



MOOD
1 January, 2009.