The Star Of Ideals Poem by Margaret Alice

I’m not anchored very well on mother earth,
from red to the solar plexus, though I’m filled
with love, it’s mostly theories and things, books
I can open and close, people I cannot

I love communication and third-eye mysteries,
but all alone in my head - spiritual indigo not
penetrating me, I’m as closed off and limited
as I’ve ever been, my life held together

By hope only, I trust in things I cannot see, believe
in ideas with no equivalent in sensory reality, my
life follows a single trend: Moving from magic to
mystery in a dream, without a shred of evidence

But I never give up hope, hope shining in silver
and gold against a dew-fresh background,
I keep following the star of ideals…