I close my eyes
I turn my sights inside
It’s quiet here, and dark
and undefined
And in the open space
my mind
begins to map
its cryptic pictures on the outward sounds
Before I know it
it has rolled another landscape
across the blank terrain of empty thought
from which then sounds and voices may emerge
And so the dream is woven
and I’m caught
into a world which may enchant,
may teach
Or keep its latent wisdom out of reach.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 7, 2012