Paul Lonely, Venice Beach
Through lavish Involving I tried to exist,
Enfolding the Forms that may seem like a dream;
I always have Been but I want to persist,
In creative Symbols as yet to be seen.
I hoard my Ideas in Containers of Love,
But sometimes these Baskets get filled to their brink;
I bundle these portions and send them Above,
Releasing new Form to your Circular Link.
The truth you intuit to function in peace--
Is I am the Ground And the Game that you play;
Without my unfolding Emerging would cease,
Suspending the Nature my Secrets obey.
I'm learning Myself as these options uncurl,
You think you are sand
but you're building a Pearl.