Talking in My Mind

the Sun, the shade, a forest glade
a babbling mountain stream
a breeze which cools, these are some tools
creating a sylvan scene

through which I walk as silent talk
keeps flowing through my mind
it's blown away, it cannot stay
I'm slipping out of time

into a place where I now face
the one reality
my senses taste as I keep pace
forgetting that I am me

as I become a voice for One
a rhythm and a rhyme
while I'm among the everyone
anywhere that I find

a babbling brook, a knowing look
transcending normal time
a steady gaze within the haze
when talking in my mind...