Whispers of an Inward Music
Write about beauty.
It has to be part
Of your life.
You can’t draw
Enchantment
From a polluted well.
I’m not saying
Be perfect—
I'm not,
But writers
Need compassion
And sensitivity to pain
And to isolate
Because it’s in the desert
Where you open
Your heart
And write down
What the Voice
Is whispering.
Priests of old
Were unblemished…
But you can be flawed
You can write
About monsters,
And not be one—
Not if you want
To write about love.
Everywhere you look
The universe
Is open;
Succumb.
Pay attention to life
When the world
Is asleep
To its beauties and truths;
Allow yourself
To become enchanted;
Loosen your dreams
And become undone.
Wuao excellent poetry brother and beautiful painting, I follow you.
Thank you!