How Do I Know?
The pen keeps moving
And writes what it wants
I stay out of its way
It does its own work
The Spirit comes through it
Not just this time
But every time
Not the Mind's will
But the Spirit's
This is a poem I wrote today about an experience I had last night. I came home from work and sat down on my bed and just started bawling crying. I got outside of my mind and lost control. I realized what the future held for me. I saw what was going to happen. I literally saw and felt all of my dreams coming true. It was like the Universe' way of telling me that it sees me, and it's all going down. I'm not going to tell you what my dreams are. I'm going to show you. That's what great writers do.
