Finding Thoughts

Racing through denizens of my mind, finding an explicit and divine purpose wherever I happen to look interiorly. A vast sphere, always open, ready to take me into it's depths, showing concepts as they appear on photographic screens, totally and automatically. Nothing standing in the way, never having writer's block, enticing and beautiful, loving the excitement and thrill of adrenaline flowing through as I listen to music of varied types. Sadness being chased away through rhythms staccatoly coming, penetrating constantly and incessantly into this mind of openness. Carefully finding exactly where every word and meaning will fall as I write, complacently, energetically, feeling every note and sound, knowing no one else can do what it is that I do on a continual basis. So beautiful and alluring, picture puzzles fall into thoughts, giving an exceptional advantage to this inner world that I have been introduced to at a very young age. A sensitive and contemplative landscape always taking stock of every moment in poetry, accepting facts that fall into the folds and pages of my mind. Selecting wonderful and enticing ideas that shine from bluened lights, enfolding me whenever writing deeply within this interior dimension. Always being filled with the spirituality of a heavenly abode, never being forsaken through writing poetry.