This time it was easy
let the flow come through in easy motion
sometimes words fail me
this time they danced off my fingers like they were slipping into a warm bath
I love these times
finding powers in the distillation of time and energy meaning and purpose
its okay if no one reads them but me these words delight me in hindsight
Floating downstream through glimpses of my mind I had simply let go of
who wrote that?
sometimes it’s the prompt most of the time it’s the moment
stepping behind the curtain just offstage to write one
jumping back to finish the set
was that when I wrote that one?
ah so so much fun!
blessed are the times when the world shrinks even smaller than it seemed to let us meet somewhere between reality and dreams
sharing thoughts and spirit with the ghosts of freedom and form
see you again next year…
the pages more weathered and the “souls” of my boots more worn
Bless the flow