To feast fair on the wholesome meal of calm

The rapturous convenience of this space away from the peaceless stirs of babbling cities arrests me into violent satisfaction;

un equaled relief from the joyous trouble of this kind that loves her social hand

Calisto speaks the heavy language of transendence in my happy ear

i then scuttle out to find a golden spear

stuck in the chilly white sheets of substance that cools my very soul

Ranea says hello with a smile from the clouds

i reply with a chickle as i scuttle back in to pen a story. And listen some more

As much as humanity be beloved

This anchor of purity, centeredness and still

be more so treasured

It is wise

to find tune and melody yours

tune and melody scores

home away from home