for those who read them

i read your words
signed by the gallant licks of flame
the most egregious of assertions
a righteous proclamation in light
all but vested by the Mother’s hand
quenched only by the driving rain

I know the process….
a confluence forms in the empty stillness
and calls to me, begging for expression
It forms words in my mind that aren’t mine
…through breath

how dare you take credit for these works
that man sleeping in the alley
his struggle formed them in the Great Mystery
words you plucked from the ether
like picking an apple and yelling “Look what I made!”

these words are for those who read them
destine for your eyes
to resonate in your mind
and echo in your soul
to stir something you once knew
but have long since forgotten

…close your eyes
everything that ever was, or will be or could be
is in You