Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'm eager to know things
not found in books, willing to fire up
the receptors that usher in the shock of the new

there is wisdom in the sweet morning air
it circles your head, soars by in the nimbus literature
it falls today in the droplets of Orion's tears

I can feel the elm wants to tell me something
I'm working hard to learn her language, it's righteous
use of time and energy, of mortal endeavor

I'm Here Universe

Talk to Me

The universe does talk, the world talks.
Its hard sometimes to hear as the bullshit seems to over ride its words.
clean the BS filter and listen.

Nice piece. thank you

I was expecting an entirely different poem from the title. This is a kind of companion poem to the Loch Raven Smile. A communicating with the universe. Not enough people notice the universe in which we all live. Your poem helps us remember.