A Poet's Mind 
is hard to find
like a windy road
meandering downstream 
old roads lead to heavy stones
the Heart
(Eye of the Mind)
—blind, yet able to see
this is where the Mind truly lies
in the 
Unknown Territory ...
constantly morphing and changing 
Growing & shaping—molding— 
with Experience & Time
What is this truth I do not know?
my knowledge is limited, 
Imagination: endless
Creativity and innovation 
seeping through the cracks of my pores
as I dream tonight 
on my pillow-top
Goodnight Conscious Mind.