A Knowing Feeling
stirs in me
when I choose colours
when painting or
strike strings on the zither

Others make inventions
design processes
write the truth or
fantasize it
Is it the Muses

a divine spirit or
is it the flow of time
that pours nectar
into open mouths?
Just open the mouth

like a chakra
and receive it
no longer feel yourself
and enjoy
total peace?