I open my mind and listen
I sit at my desk
My pen in my hand
Waiting for the words to come
What will they be? What will I write?
I open my mind and listen
To all that I have read before
The writers and the poets
All the music I have heard
And what I have seen with my eyes
In real life and on TV
Knowledge and understanding
Lessons learned on purpose
And those by failure
Where is my source?
I open my mind and listen
To that voice which is in me
To the voices that come from beyond
Blended together in harmony
Saying what is needed to start
Words flow from my pen
Across the keyboard, they arise
Making sense only when they come together
I open my mind and listen
I reflect, reread and revise
Words that almost seem alien to me
And yet this is my voice
These are my words
Given to me by the One Source
A gift of creation to share in creating
And in return as my offering
I give the words back
To the universe to use as it will
Once released take on a power of their own
And having done so--
I open my mind and listen
