By likemindblog


 Here is a poem that probably will have a different meaning for each reader that lays eyes on it.  I suppose it depends on where one is in their journey.  I wanted to share something different with you this time.  It will be most interesting to see how each person relates to it.  Please do share your thoughts!


 Ghostly images haunt;
Blasting neurons taunt.

Hear thoughts in my head
That are not mine!
Flashes of unfamiliar places!
Warning sign?!!

The voice speaks of another
space; he wants me to go.
Not listening, Not listening,
Mona Lisa smile for show.

I find sanctuary where
there is no spoken word.
Conversing with myself,
I think “How absurd!.”

He whispers of a world whereWoodpath
the essence of love remains.
A place of beauty, no storms,
Just gentle morning rains.

“Am I nuts? Are you nuts?
Are you asking me to die?”
“No, you’re not, No, I’m not,
Certainly not” is his reply.

“Where is this place and how
did you get from there to here?”
“I hopped across a bridge,
You’d be surprised how near.”

“And what makes you think
I would want to join you there”
“Because you closed your eyes
and asked, almost like a prayer.”

“Oh no, then you heard my plea?
“ I did, are you hearing me?

“In my space….there is no pain
to destroy the spirit.
Feel my words, listen to my voice.
You know the truth, just hear it.”

“I hear, but don’t know
how or where to start”
“Just open your mind the
Way you have your heart”

“Your universe and mine vibrate
In constant harmony.
Feel the rhythm, feel the pulse,
Step across with me”.

I close my eyes;
Feel the rhythm flowing.
Feel the vibrations, the pulse
The knowing,

Cross the bridge…..Body left behind…


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My name is Michele Andree. I am an artist, I paint musicians in action. I think I’m a musician at heart, my instrument being… a brush, so I play…brush and I paint… music.
I love jazz. I call it freedom music. It promotes special values. I love intelligent people and good conversations.

Some people ask me how music relates to art. Personally I find they go hand in hand. Music is what turns me on to painting. It makes me see colours