I see Goddesses everywhere;
Expressing the surreal is easy,
A way of life for the natural mystic
And love is a flow of consciousness.
Autumn winds in summer's heat;
Changing realities of Dream-time now.
Saw you in the mirror image
When I was reflecting light.
So many voices in the hall of ghosts,
Multiple echoes, ripples in the woodwork.
Doing something ordinary is only an act;
There's freedom of expression in the ethers.
I was talking to a Neanderthal face
And inspecting rooms on a personal pilgrimage'
Running like a child under smiling Heavens,
Laughing at nothing is too much for some it seems.
(c) Steve Andrews