Hands carefully and tenderly holding a book- pages between-
anticipation of what new kernals of wisdom may be consumed,
chewed upon- digested- with hopes of nourishing a hungry Soul
Seeds strewn between the crevices of mind and illumined waterfalls
of gentle rain- thirsty stream of electric idea- sparks of quickening
and the halted breath just before the sigh and exhale of
"yes, I understand!"
And, then- the beginning of a new awakening
- swish of pages - breath of musty history- sliding silk caress of ink and paper-
and once again I sit at the table of knowledge - first stirrings of appetite
Feast of the Seeker
anticipation of what new kernals of wisdom may be consumed,
chewed upon- digested- with hopes of nourishing a hungry Soul
Seeds strewn between the crevices of mind and illumined waterfalls
of gentle rain- thirsty stream of electric idea- sparks of quickening
and the halted breath just before the sigh and exhale of
"yes, I understand!"
And, then- the beginning of a new awakening
- swish of pages - breath of musty history- sliding silk caress of ink and paper-
and once again I sit at the table of knowledge - first stirrings of appetite
Feast of the Seeker
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