Each Night

Each night the words are there already.
There are nearly full sentences;
Fragments that feel profound and complete
all on their own.

Circular and expansive;
Creating a comprehension
That is self teaching
As it reveals itself.

Each night the words are there already.
I comply in my soul’s challenge to create enough
Internal stillness to access a void free of disruption,
Where the deeper access is fleetingly, yet eternally felt.

Each night the words are already there.
I catch glimpses and see words.
Sometimes concepts flow in
nearly backwards.

My analytical is a beast
of catching these facets of knowing
And holding them long enough within this void
That the wise heart can feel the pattern within the emerging truths. 

The words
Come together in such an 
Auspicious and benevolent way.
Transmission through the heart.

What a joy.
I may call this poetry.

11:44 MAY 28, 2018