Written by: Robert A. Dufresne

Just what are these things inside?
Dear muse can you tell me?
Where am I being led ..
on this new ride?

I thought I could feel before,
But it wasn’t true,
Not as compared to now,
while opens this new door.

I wish I had the talent
of  few poets I know,
to explain this new era,
of possible spiritual ascent.

A hopeful graduation..?
Perhaps an evil temptation.
I asked Him this morning.
 So far…no explanation.

The garden is without,
If it’s not within.
These uncharted spaces,
silently they shout.