Islands in the stream
Changed by the waters flow
Bedrock held in place
As dreams and illusions bow
Life frenetically moves
Even on a leisurely day
The island in the stream
A refuge, a place to stay
When I navigate rough seas
My beliefs in a bag I store
Surreal my dreams might be
But part of my steel and core
The island in the stream
A place that’s truly mine
Keeps my sanity intact
Come visit and view my shrine
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 