Sippy the coffee… 30 days in. A month of not quite feeling the burn of the hot desert sand. Just a little singe here and there. Mostly, boiling of my deep sea. How can I even explain that? Probably not.
Waiting for explanation may never come
Somethings don’t have reasonable attached
They may always find a rhyme to make work
The ego wants a damn answer be sure of that
Rational gives a mad giggle to your trying
Her ability to play hide n’ seek remarkable
Can’t expect much from her when she never knew
How could she when there was never a place for her
If that makes you irrational, unreasonable
As your mind suffers in the yearning
Be the good story teller that you have always been
Make the best of it to quell the question’s want
Make it up as you go a long you always have
The unexplainable will never cease to exist
Your damned it you do and damed if you don’t
Be as unreasonable as you want everyone else is
Living is like that, breathing will do that to you
Love and hate, violence and peace, pain and pleasure
All in the same deck of cards a random deal
If you believe in random acts of anything
The mind wants an answer, it just does
It will run you in circles like a rat in a trap
Give it the good answer, tell it a good story
Do what ya gotta do before it starts to eat it’s paws
There is no reasonable reason to bleed to death
In the unexplainable explanation of things
When a perfectly lovely story waits for your telling
And your mind is a happy camper
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
The act of creativity comes from the cosmic consciousness. Offering it’s story to the mind, which is more based in the material, provides comfort and connection. The interplay between the two is the dance of life. Thank you for the story here that reminds me of all this.
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