A little Jingle for your Tuesday Evening…
O Inspiration, How you unfold!
In perfect Tempo with the Infinite Rhythm,
That will not forsake me, till my Vision has become Whole.
And while the Beat turns Thought to Form,
Strange Waves from the sound are Born,
Resonating towards a place now so Familiar.
In that Space, Where pen does paper greet,
The Mind, As line
The Heart does meet.
Aligned they Hold the power of Creation.
Friend Hear my proclamation!
Now No hesitation,
For The Infinite Rhythm Leads to All Inspiration!
Along that Old Wild Wave of The Ripple’s Rotation,
I Am One
With That, from which I’m Wove.
COPYRIGHT 2012 BRIANNA LEVINSON