I’m filled up to the brim with word adventures
peeking forth from my soul.
Divine mysteries bubble up and rise
as wise doves gently circling above.
Questions appear in thought forms to be
answered by the stealth knowledge that
is always at the ready.
Ask and you shall receive.
Yet silence is become my voice of late.
The trippy trappy space of unknowingness
that sings Wisdom’s elegant tone
whilst companion words keep their heads
quaintly tucked under rocks of ‘not now’.
So many sounds I could form with these words
cloistered in silent bliss under said rocks.