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