' What is Real ?'...

My fingers remember my high school typeing..

They dance upon the keys of a guitar..

The Real Play exists within words..

Poetry is often found within this space..

But, let us now enter the unknown..

You are lost..

You place your thumb out and ask for mercy..

A full heart meets you with a greeting of love.

Life continues and your desire to know more continues..

Look for Something that is not seen..

Look for Something that only contains Love...


-thomas