In fields of gold,
Surrounded by purple pansies
Whispering and smiling up at me.
Under a canopy of stars
With the silver moon smiling down
Welcoming me into it’s secret garden
By the shore of the sea
With waves crashing against stark rocks
and seagulls crying out with the ecstasy of my coming.
I lay down by my fears
Give up my inhibitions
and Submit.
Disjoint Wisdom 