Through Summer and Autumn, all Winter and Spring,
I’m doing my dream job! I write, play and sing!

The movement of nature, from north to south pole,
Inspired by Spirit Rock keeps me in flow.

I can’t see the saffron or ivory hues,
But here in my mind creativity brews…

Where even a black hole of darkness conspires
To open my lion heart, fueling its fire!

A saxophone solo I cannot provide;
I’ve uke and guitar, plus a zither and lyre.

At peace when I meditate, hearing the Voice,
And praying reminds me I do have a choice.

I am living my dream! I’m the envy of some,
And I have everything but a steady income!

—
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #22