Inspired Thinking

Inspired Thinking Inspired, I’m thinking I haven’t an inkling From where it comes And where it’s going. Crawling from a rock Laid down atop Fossilized dream silts Beneath the rivers of My mind? Inspired, I’m thinking Somewhere a clock is ticking Keeping time to the echoes of My mind. Drifting weightless into sleep or Waking as if popping into a dream Inspired thinking leaves its tell-tale Aroma, An elusive waft upon the Breath of my rising and falling Consciousness. Just a hint of cinnamon sugar Epiphany, or Bitter-sweet smoke of The long dark spark of genius Striking metal. The memory of a taste on my tongue. Giant leaps of intuitive solution, Cures for mankind’s deepest ills, Kisses of “Paradise Lost” whose tickle Quickly fades from my lips. Maybe there is an “other side.” Have I in moments of Inspired thinking drifted too Closely to the invisible thread? Have our most brilliant minds Simply found the way, a state of Deep mindfulness where they’ve Learned to hold on to the thread, The “high-tension” line, of consciousness Beyond the veil that separates us from Truth with the illusion of reality?