Words awakening

Mind mirrored on the paper,
this place of poetry is my savior
and I return again
to savor this creation
with no one creator..

I waver so wildly
dying to desert this dimension
I despise and love so deeply
and daydream through daily at times..

The words awakening themselves,
transported through thy vessel
rushing to be released
on this little piece of paper..

Like free form jazz I evolve
unpredictably and seemingly aimlessly..
Like a Satie composition
I rise and fall and float freely
through the chaos and beauty,
venturing into eerieness
at times..
My mind examines
all that's mysterious
when I'm not a weary mess in distress
sucked in seriousness
I can focus in on that true state
of fearlessness..

I ruminate on reality
and see my essence
stems from and is the source
and thanks to the Sufi Rumi
I can see
"my place is placeless,
a trace of the traceless.
Neither body or soul."

Flowing through the fabric
of flesh, blood and time and space
in which my being was laced..
Like the great solar orb
suspended above
I shine for unspecified amounts of time
occasionally staying covered
with no light to let loose
but my rays eventually release
with ease..