Drifting Ideas

An idea often reminds me of a piece of driftwood or a seashell-  A treasure tossed about my mind like flotsam at sea.  Carried on the tides my idea however, is only to be drawn relentlessly back into the hungry sea. 

My mind is often restless like the ocean.  Ever changing with the synchronicity of the moon, my mind is ruthlessly controled by these tides of confusion.  I drift like a refugee while riding these waves of uncertainty...

The idea sparkles temptingly upon the edge of the tide line.  This treasure of an idea  is waiting to be found and nurtured.  Needing to be only convincingly formed into a solid theory and an accepted concept-  So in becomming and accepting of its destiny, this new idea is now alive!  Born from imagination, my new idea is cherished, and loved like a treasure.

                Seeking my treasures I am guided by a light of protection.  Shining brilliantly with hope, I welcome the vision of my lifesaver and my rescuer-  My treasure of an idea is now securely wrapped in my imagination.  It lifts me out of this tempest and safely carries me to shore; back to my constant survival, and home to my collection of treasures.