On Finding the Muse

To be able to tap Into the muse You need to find the key To sail the ocean of stilling The mind to find this distant shore Inside of you You need to open The window of opportunity To that higher plain Where the air of expectation Is clear and your head uncluttered Where the muse lives In that special inner sanctum Of your soul where all The poems of forevermore Graze on eternal fodder It is a big herd, it eats And moves mysteriously I like to see it, observe it As I glide over it I begin to see Which ones are for me To bring back and share This herd of creative abundance In the fertile valley of the river Of life rolls on and on Over the horizon.