Which sublime symphony,
makes me fully forget
I am a limited being
rooted on the earth.
The booming wind's
the running water's?
or the serenade that cascades
as the wink of a million stars
filling the limitless skies?
which blue evokes,
the hue of my inner world,
the sky's or the sea's,
perhaps the turquoise of her eyes?

On the meadow green,
the grass under my feet,
is resilient, never lies low,
and the sun at dusk
showers gold dust over it.

Now, I feel a lightness, no word can tell,
I am ebullient, feels omnipotent,
on newly acquired wings, I hover up,
the evening silver star, waking up,
at the far corner of the sky
extends her hands
to invite me to her boudoir.

Winter canters  from a distance, irresistible she is,
                                    I'd roll in my tranquil bed with her,
              then, her embraces would  become an intoxicant,
                    making me dive in to the lake  of stupor she creates
                                              for me to swim with her.

what lies in the sky?
what roams in my heart?

is it all found
dancing between the boundaries of particles?
is it all found
in the hallways of the multiverse?

where lies the sky?
is it in my heart?

where roams my heart?
is it in the sky?

Our Minds affect the environment around us.
Different states of mind affect reality differently.
Perhaps this is why substances which have
different effects on our minds are illicit in
a world which demands constant control over our environment:

We are products of circumstance
but circumstance seems oft to be a product of us.
Most of what happens, we allow on some level.
As much as we like to play the victim,
we must acknowledge that we, for the most part,
are in control of our mental state.
A vortex of negativity polarizes and magnetically attracts more negativity.
Once we chose to be accepting and positive,
we attract more of the same... in theory.

My rat had babies,
five days ago.
They are eight in number,
little pink and black wrinkly fingers.
Closed eyes,
Ears not fully formed,
Wriggling on my palm
in the depths of their sleeping.
I came home late last night,
and i was drawn to see them,
so i went and felt for them, hiding in their nest.
A hair twisted around one's neck and one's foot.
Tweezers and pins and delicate maneuvering,
allowed us to get them free.
They are ok now,
but one wee boy will limp his first steps
even though i stayed up all night,
raising his leg and massaging it,
hoping to drain fluid from his swollen limb,
giving him kisses
and casting healing spells.
Good vibes don't fix everything.