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.
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