Some times I am asked
Where does all this poetry come from
It seems like an endless stream?
I say, where does anything come from,
It also seems like an endless stream
All that has really happened is
I have become devoted to that stream
And over time a direct channel has opened
Even in the midst of the stuff of life
Although the channel may become narrower at times
And whatever intelligence that stream carries
Comes through this vehicle,
These eyes, these hands and fingers,
And emerges, with a little help from mind,
Into the form you are reading
When someone asks me
Where does all this poetry come from
I actually want to say
I don’t know
But it would be a very short poem.
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Beautiful Kavi, your poetry often evokes something in me, today it is that sense of relaxing into allowing. Not by me, through me. Resonates deeply. Simple yet profound teaching, thank you 🙏 ❤️