i never know which way the doodle will take me
playing with the rhythms of the waves 
rise and fall back and forth

the beauty finds its own way
and doodles are full of surprises always always
the wild mystery guides them
the fire ignites each movement and turn

i'd be a fool to conform to anything
for the doodle is my only king
i let my fingers find their place 
in the doodle's presence and purpose

all hail the mighty doodle