lately it seems all the answers I seek
come to me when I’m writing-
it’s as if my hands become channels to my intuition
and the message I need flows from the ether,
into my heart, and out through my fingertips
finding home in a blank space
creating a new slate
as I shift into a transcendent state
it’s clear that this is the phase
when all the wisdom I spent years
searching outside of me
blooms into a lush garden
from the soil of my own
inner voice.