Musing on my muse

  Poetry writing ‘s a great pleasure

The benefits are without measure.

I found a new perspective here,

More of love and less of fear

If I wait in reverie

My muse will sometimes contact me.

If I listen to her songs

I find out where my heart belongs.#
If i’m too full up with my own self,

She will not give me of her  wealth.

I must be empty to receive.

The insights which she wants to give.

But I am happy to be low,[? !]

The place  the snails and slugs all know.

I hold my hands to make a cup.

And so she comes and fills them up.

In the earth life starts and ends.And to earth we all descend.

We shall become the food for worms,

As in all life we take our turns.

                    Puzzled person?