Once again, my words flow out on paper.
As if they were the lifeblood of my soul, bleeding upon the paper that awaits the blessing
Beneath the weakness of flesh,
Is a primordial river,
The oldest of orchards,
An oasis
An Eden, fecund with the knowledge of good and evil.
This feeling has resided in the deepest of sleeps.
However, today I can feel a stirring in my heart.
A music; a magic of the oldest kind
No longer can it be held back
It rushes forward; a flood of intense awareness, sorrow, wrath and joy
Its subtle nuances of light and color flash behind my eyes
I’m grasped and pulled along, there is no fighting it
Is the chain of ink strong enough?
Together we are boundless and bountiful.
There is a new bounce in my step.
I am reawakened from the dream of this hapless world
This melody, a reverse lullaby that sings in my ear, is sweet
Its lyrics are sour
But their vibrancy is unmatched
So beautiful, its almost cruel.
I…I am filled with gladness again
Yes, again I am filled with gladness and it’s principal
Transcends everything
