of itself

on this night,

the writing flows like a song of love 

it does not stop to sit on the stoop where 

ego tells it's rants of this and that and 

all else 

it flows like a song sung by no one 

it does not stop to put a box around anything 

or put a mark on anything 

or put a signature on it either of a persona

it just flows like clarity 

it does what it does 

i don't know, it just does it this way 

and the words come on the screen

then the song is there as it should be 

see i don't write unless the words come this way

of itself 

and i will only write if the flow is spontaneous 

it is not like i am writing then, but grace does it 

because if i write something that i thought of before 

or heard of before 

or crafted or something like that, it would be a shame 

it would be something of ego nature 

this is not good, it is then, a biography of ego 

no thank you 

yes, the words are flowing easily here now 

but the time for this type of writing will be 

limited maybe, i am not sue 

there is something else coming sometime 

that will be different in it's presentation

and then this will be the potent writing 

(that is just what came now) 

but we will see what flows before and what flows 

after 

i do not know dear souls 

i am just here and this is happening now