Moods

 THE FESTIVAL OF THE MIND

The festival of the mind begins.

a journey of unknown trails,

Refracted light of rainbows,

rests on mountain breast,

skinny dips in bayous and bays, 

and the rain taps the same,

on the gray city side walks,

as the bluegrass of Kentucky.

 

A sojourner of destiny we are,

in the festival of the mind,

emerging from circumstance,

 and circumvention.

 

The festival of the mind begins,

as the hurried wind bellows,

uprooting  matter without prejudice,

through tarmac reeds of wheat,

 or cayenne canyons and plains.

Redeemed through self expression,

 Hallowed with freedom of choice,

Can you hear it calling you, 

 

the festival of the mind?

Katherine