Awaken The Dormant Muse

   
   
When the twilight burns, when the misted haze of the day wanes, when the tired birds, are quietly nestled, snuggled safely inside their mothers bosom..when the awful mountain sinks in the black dome,  and its head gone up into dark nothingness, shrouded in mystery. And when the wind is bare, wrapped in the silence of the sensed air, a faint whiff taken into darkly caves, then the muse comes out of that world, takes my quill, traces my poetic reveries. " her inspired word..""........  
   
   
The spell is ripe to glean the mellow thoughts, bred quietly, wisely brewed in the mind's womb, as the harvest is a field of literary crops, collected by a sharpened pen after being sowed with pain, contemplation, and more sweat.  
   
   
It's always unpredictable to guess when and where a muse might be stinging your skin, or will arouse your feelings, but, most poetic visions, the inspired apparitions occur when they are the least expected, wanted, and eagerly sought, so its like a counteraction the muse acts, you just forget the quill, and the feel  
will spill its spontaneous ink.......  
   
   
To be blocked by less temptation, and more indolence and numbness, means you want to go counter-clockwise, or swim upstream, go against the grain, walk backward to go ahead......Your muse is still sleeping, you need to provide the suitable atmosphere, the suggestive vibe for her to dream and pass her dreams into your mind and pen, a poetic telepathy is what i call the transmission of thoughts......  
   
I find my muse in the twilight, when the sun drags her blazing shadows, when the morning wakes up with a dew in the flowers' petals, and the early birds celebrates a life that is outside singing, living, dancing with natural orchestra real and authentic, genuine and romantic, with the most lovely  
language Nature has ever given.......