Inspiration
Is always fed
No matter how subtle
By separation
As one part gravitates
To one other
Flowing wildly
Meandering
Spiral river
Magnificent movement
Even within
What seems still
Weaving patterns
Web of light
Only in present
As past and future
Are wings
To the body of the present
For through
The perception
Of individual ones
Here and now
To take flight
There is no frost
Without
The warmth
Spinning down
Spiralling madly
balance within
balance without
Of inspiration
Only some waves
Contain it
When it manifests
What is the pattern
No one can explain it
Keep your mind open
Know nothing
Always look
©2018 9/13 Onesfear
