this morning's inspiration!
"Who am I?"
said the child of the universe,
"How did I come to be here?"
"Take my hand"
said the guardian of the gate,
"and follow me close to the edge"
"What will I there?"
said the innocent child,
"And how will I know to be free?"
"Let loose and still"
said the piercing wind,
"and breeze through the veil of obscurity"
My art and poetry are from the same obscure place somewhere in the center of my being - thanks for all the comments. S