Saturday, February 1, 2025

ideal

A piece of whisper 
Claims your instant
A moment of Devine
Clarity 
Defense ego gone
With a perfect openness 
You become the filament 
Burning like a star
The bulb lights your 
Path
To an idea
The door opens
The key falls
Gracefully into your
Hand
And with this
You become open
To the foreverness
Of possibility