A Thought Displayed

I displayed a thought as a poem last night.
The words flowed without hesitation.
Nothing stopped in that moment,
Because that's where kindred minds think alike.

I find my heart beats calm in the company of poetry. It aligns itself with the rhythm and rhyme of the text. From the moment the words begin 'til the end I am lost, alive and in awe. The words draw me in exclusively and hold me locked in a dream.

As the dream becomes conscious an idea takes shape. The plan comes to pass on the wings of the wind. I breathe through the emotion to give it life. From this the words have changed. Go ahead, ask your dreams for wise words, see what you get.

My words grow with me and I grow with my words. My words keep me company in the cold night when I can’t sleep. Hearing my words flow in person rearranges my DNA. I listen to what they say. I learn to draw upon their wisdom. I listen intently for added insight. It comes from a sacredness that is nearer to intuition than you think.

Remember, words are mystical mentors. Their remembrance is my guide, not tomorrow.
Passion is kind, and kindness is comforting. Look back through the stars to the beginning of time where history is choreographed and when the ‘script is played out.

And as diamonds glow in the depths of the night sky, we know that the stars will always twinkle for us. For soon the sun sparkles on the dawn of a new day as words come alive. Nothing will silence the words spoken or the message given.