Bobbi's Blog – November 2011 Archive (1)

Follow the linear silver thoughts of intuition

That thread through the orbs of consciousness,

Like pathways to sanity.



Beware lest the silver strands tangle

In the gaiety and riot of color and noise

That is this existence.



Anchor yourself against this illusion:

Touch, sight, sound, and need;

Set to ensnare your soul.



Confusion bewitches even the muse

At the end of your rainbow;…