Thoughts

I like the rhythm of my own thoughts
Perhaps I like the rhythm of yours too
Perhaps I don't
I won't know unless I listen
But at least I have my own thoughts
to return to if yours turn out to be crappy
HA! Surely not, you scoff.
But I ask you, do you like your own thoughts?

My thoughts are filled with old growth forests,
dancers around firelight, strong mothers,
wise men, sassy and creative daughters,
sons with good reasoning skills and noble dreams,
cottages surrounded by fragrant herbs, and homes filled
with those that know how to use herbs well,
small patches of grass surrounded by privacy hedges and
fruit trees and greenhouses and gardens and permaculture
landscapes melting into semi-wild parks and even wilder
conservation areas. Foods that heal rather than kill and
professionals with hearts bigger than their paychecks.
A world where money stays in its proper place and quality
of life is so common that there is no such thing as a need
for charity fundraisers.

Of course I will entertain the thoughts of others for awhile,
but I will continue to return to my inner world quite frequently until
it is quite outside of myself.