Bubbling

bubbling bubbling bubbling
simmering in my mind
rising, falling, troubling
there are words each time

I put my pen to paper
or fingers on the keys
breathe deep the muses' vapour
as my ego flees

until what's left is open
to messages from beyond
visions forming, groping
writing and then gone

sometimes it's enervating
through sensuality
sometimes it's meditating
chanting to be free

I put my pen to paper
or fingers on the keys
breathe deep the muses vapour
as my ego flees

rising, falling, troubling
there are words each time
bubbling bubbling bubbling
simmering in my mind