vanilla nut warmth and contemplation
tentacles searching to answer me
that which is my contemplation
lost in the words of great writers the
contemplative state of mind begs answers
that elude and allow me to think upon
the very act of thinking
i am my sea and ocean
my waves of knowing and
unknowing wash me in thought
and leave me there
to wonder upon my wonderings
and enjoy the existence
of being in thought
space of alone is beauty
given from within
a gift i offer and see, only when
i allow the aloneness
of my contemplation
to lose me in myself
and the words of
great writers
Suzy Ham 