Wandering Reason

Lightly walking, floating as if on air, wandering many stories of subconscious reasoning. Purposely looking behind each closed door, hoping to find something special of my own. Reflecting in mirrors through the ages, rooms of wisdom and genius, contemplating life's mystery and wonder on the hearth of brightness. Sacred posing from depths of total being handled with care and gentle breeding. Sacrificing iotas of daily existence to live on shores of golden sand, silenced by peaceful whisperings of distant love. Gently falling within, listening to the bells ringing out freedom of unconscious renderings. Holding on tightly to the reverberations of quivering souls, touching one another in serene passing, touching so quintessimately, the heart and soul of God.