Am I one of these?

Sat in a workshop,
living within images.

Getting dizzy inside of
this spiritual life.

Blue eyes twinkle,
Yellow sun shines,  
Indigo rises.

Lost in the moon,
I hide my intent.

In the iris of the night
we search.

Light beckons us forth.

Deeply held, secrets we
find...

stars sparkle into view.

I am a mighty oak
hiding in an acorn.

Many words swirl
inside.

In motion this poet
seeks devotion.

As the winds blow
my poetry grows.

Tomorrow I dream,
slowly becoming...

New spurts shoot
forth

reaching toward the
sunlight.

Each day I rise like
the truth,

I am the poem!

The rain falls on the sidewalk. Splashing in puddles.  A face emerges.  Welcome to a new town.

Magazine Bulletin:
reclaiming space
within my mind.