A Writer’s Night

Many nights I am awoken
Sentences formulating
Gathering mysteriously as clouds expand with the mists
Pathways for explorations…
So unlike the days not so long ago
When I strove for the light
Cloistered with boxes of 3 X 5 cards
Aghast at my own stagnation
But I persisted…I persisted…
With a faith that was not a faith
But only a yearning and an intention…

Why my psyche concorded
To attend with its consciousnesses
To arouse me with conversations
Inspired by nocturnal travels
Will probably be not known.

Yet I now journey and play in worlds
Deeply integrated with
Mind, heart and spirit.

This is the only world within which
I wish to live…
For you see, I am an artist…..
Flourishing within the mysteries.

 

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