Being Still

Steadily falling into rhythms that beseech me imaginatively, locating the exact words needed to express an idea that suddenly finds it's way into my mind's depths. Tranquilly floating into the rhythms, letting them take me away, so I can find my intellect in a thoughtful maze of beauty, filled with aromas from heaven's gardens. Being still, holding onto the tremors of life as they flow through the senses of perception, awakened by interior feelings of incessant moments of truthful honesty, wanting to be expressed in poetry. Running constantly into the beginnings of time, never faltering, just bouncing along, finding the pathway needed to be shown to the world.