This notebook is therapy and breviary,
wailing wall and garden of delight.
It keeps my secrets
and catches my dreams.
As wind sighs among branches
where jays chitter
and squirrels chase joy,
this notebook is the sap
in my heartwood
drawing on Source
like roots on groundwater.
Leaf by leaf
it tells me my thoughts.
Page by page
it supples my soul.
The Kingdom of Enough 