Pathways

A voice calls me To feel and write To let things be As words now cite Song for the wind To blow and send To realms unseen To distant lands In easy lines A prompting urge Brings thought made fine In feel and surge Insight can flash Some message here In plain old flesh To forge some cheer Rhymes come on cue In strains laid plain That cast what's due To word new gains All in due time Feelings fling form Unleash new rhymes Unfurl clear norms Plain metaphors Converge to be An urgent store That love sets free I do not need To work so hard Nor force new seed To free the bard Flow comes to me As I see fit Let echoes be To move sure wit There is a place Beyond this world Where time and space In stillness swirl God waits for us To clearly know To assuage thirst To feel life's flow Leon Enriquez 15 Feb 2014 Singapore