One word falls as another rises br to the surface of my mind, br together they create the start br of what life means to me. br br Each day I hope for more, br Each day I return to source. br br That mystical place, a br well of metaphors, a br place of meaning, that br beginning of word life, br found in the stillness, of br life’s yet unspoken library, br which on cue, like magic br words begin to flow. br br Jumbled and cramped into br cupboards and drawers, br indexed through time to flow; br words of meaning, doing words br thinking verbs bring action, br to stir, to stimulate a poem. br br Poems to inspire, to make right, br Poems that see all of life’s evil, br Poems of hope, reasons for living, br Poems of nature, poems of beauty. br Poems of love, poems of silence. br br Creating a philosophical journey, br all mixed, stirred and shaken up, br fashioned to form reasons to br strive, to press on through all of br life’s up’s and downs, to life’s br reason of happiness and bliss.