It stirs within me.
The restless need for something.
The desire for the chains to be broken and my spirit to be free.
I scan through my mental data bank
Hoping to retrieve a glimmer of an answer.
I come up with many, of course I do, but then I fear my hope is one big prank.
I have so many ideas.
They flow like the widest fastest river.
But, to make them happen, I dream of building a dozen gallerias.
I would fill the walls with art,
and the spaces with words, people and places.
Maybe, I am just looking for somewhere to sing all the songs of my heart.
To build me a stage, and on it the music floats in the air.
to fill their ears with the sounds of the strings of a spanish guitar.
And the sounds naturally become my prayer.
Breathe now as deep as I can,
and with each rise and fall
living in the present moment, becomes my new plan.