Inspiration

You come,

you take my fingertips up to dance,

giving birth to combinations of words,

and you leave.

— How I am supposed to manage the lack of your flame? —

You look like a seducing visitor

who comes bearing gifts

and fly away

till you detect reciprocity and return.

— Are you the one who is moving, or is it me? —

You take many forms,

but you always end up as an inner flickering sense;

an invisible creature, voluntarily trapped

in my body.

— But, wait a minute. I’m not just a body — .

The more I perceive

the beyond-my-five-senses field,

the more I feel none of us two is moving.

We are both here all the time.

— We co-act within the everywhere and the ever-now — .

Your name explains everything, after all.

I breathe in some kind of influence from my wholeness

and then exhale it as words,

…when I allow myself to be my Self.

—Inspirare. Oh, you Ancients! Oh, you knowledgeable mystics! — .

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives