Inspired

Words,

Are colours,

In the art,

Of living poetry.

 

The tongue,

A brush or pen,

Or sword,

For flowing artistry,

Or to harm maliciously.

 

Inspiration,

Comes from within,

In every thought,

We 'hear' or 'see'.

 

The true artist,

Remains attuned,

To the pulsing momentum,

Of love's inspiration,

With no thought of self,

Alone.

 

Imagery flows freely then,

With perfect harmony,

In the understanding,

Of dreaming lovingly.

 

Tomorrow,

Is a dream away,

Yesterday,

A thought gone by.

 

Now,

Is when 'I AM',

Here,

Is where 'I COME',

Through the fields of your imagination.

 

Eternal moment is,

To moment is,

Now to here,

Here to now.

 

Being,

In sudden awe inspiration,

In-spirit-I-am,

A brightly shining,

Morning star,

Of endless dawns.

 

Beyond the six senses,

Of man's natural mind,

In the seventh sense,

Of the heart of hearts (soul).

 

Eternal awareness of,

The presence of God's absolute undying, true love,

And majestic virtuousness.