You think you know me, one who smiles,
A mother, teacher, social friend
Who listens gently to your talk
And always has a hand to lend.
But deep within there dwells a part
That’s nourished not by food at all.
‘Tis sights and sounds and fantasies
That grip my soul, for when they call.
The mind’s – eye sees beyond the
sky,
Kaleidoscopic senses dance;
The heart sings songs as yet not born;
The total being is enhanced.
So if I seem quite deep in thought
The inner me has flown away
To nourish life’s deep richest source
Recharging me for earthly stay.
İMarilyn Fabricatore 1990