When outsiders attempt to get through to me,

I don’t even try to have time, I am so lost in knowledge

Listening is a quandary that I wish not to conscientiously acknowledge,

This I do know about myself

The value of my attention is resting in a bed that my earth built for me

Surrounded by colorful plants and grasses that dance for me,

Tossing their bodies resiliently

Birds of paradise that beside sit scintillating bodies of water

They, too, sing to me silently

the wind blows its flute playing a song to accompany the acts

Air so warm, skies so blue

The sunset caresses me with its teasing, fiery touch

Only allowing brief glances and so long to enjoy its presence

Before it makes me wait another day to witness the scene again

A place where I am alone with who I am,

Soul in the clouds, body and mind to escort

I meander aimlessly, but happily content

As it is only I who understands and i am captivated by my own company

I perceive it as effortless, but find it sometimes desolate

The noise of those who don’t comprehend startles this peace,

To be at capacity with wonder means to be responsible with myself

The force I am, it makes no sense to pretend

And I make no effort to

Nor will I ever