Saturday, March 5, 2016

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




2 comments:

  1. Namaste- thanks for the update on what is happening with the poetry in flow for you!

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  2. Namaste, great read and a reminder of the now. Being present is a gift they say. Thank you. Om shanti.

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