Writing From Sleep

Waking from a deep sleep to see a poem in my mind, wanting to be written down, sometimes it happens like that, a poem wants to be known no matter what. Listening to it's rhythms, seeing them walking upon ribbons of thought, tangling, rearranging and then sorting them out. Surviving this process turns ideas into poetry, leav- ing behind problematical strings of impossibilities, taking places in pools below a constant waterfall. Flowing interiorly, spreading evenly across the energy of an interior universe, allowing poems to be seen and read throughout the world.