tumbleweed Contemplative is how I roll… Down this hill-gathering-speed And losing perception, Until all I see, is me, is me, is me. With my head tucked in, Listening to my anxious heart. …and it’s not because I’m Dizzy and forgetful, That my ignorance is something Glaring. But a rolling stone gathers no moss- Or so I’m told- Because bounding down this hillside It’s hard to gather anything At all. M. L. Michael Oct-2005
tumbleweed
Contemplative is how I roll…
Down this hill-gathering-speed
And losing perception,
Until all I see, is me, is me, is me.
With my head tucked in,
Listening to my anxious heart.[…]
Every Breath Poetic 