To write a poem will take our entire heart
Our mind and soul, our body and our dreams.
With trepidation, take a pen and start
Let preconceptions, though well meant, depart
Creative work evades such plans and schemes
To write a poem will shake the entire heart
We travel lands unknown without a chart.
With our courage, trust the dark unseen
For inspiration, take a pen and write
We bite the apple, bitter, hard and tart
Knowledge enters in its dream -like streams
To write a poem will move each living heart
No logic, reasoning, signs, however wrought
Will bring to life the holy pattern’s themes
With each image, still your dreaming hear
The earth, the oceans, seas, the sacred scenes
Where humans live out daily what life means
To write a poem, we need the mystic heart.
In emptiness, we fill our pens, we start
They say I have no connection the internet.Are some humans related to it?
