Ice old...

I believe in the organe tree

There will be fruit to see

To taste

To hold

You wouldn't feel what you feel

 if there wasn't something else waiting for you

Like Amelie running round

Sweet polka dots and silly service regulars

Sipping coffee asking for tea

Wondering what fix they need

I sit and run

And smile

The sun shines in a moment

Or rain drops ask my eyes to rest

I step in puddles

Re-find my way to the damp park

Bike bells

I can choose lipstick

With this past piece

I have good feelings in future memories

Resting and reinvigorating the knowing

What has always run through me

I have much to be thankful for

Stories even a novelist wouldn't believe

And moments that ring

Like profits and gurus

Temples deep

Many people seek

But I have no answer

Only a feeling 

Of dancing in the rain

Of walking round

A simple life with color

I sit in my yellow room.

I have a yellow room.

And I painted it.

Once a school bus took someone for a ride

Then covered up in seek deep purple gray

I heard its cry

Come back to yellow

I live in a yellow room.

I am letting go

with my heart

The train ride song

And the tea bag
had nice things to say

shared heart lines to me
Non resistance is your key