The birds who sing so freely. The wind the caresses my skin.
The flower, even the dead of summer, blooming with all her hearts content. Coloring mine eyes.
The rustle of the leaves, the hum from a distant car.
of course, my ever glowing, ever warming orange and yellow orb, who
greets me every morn. Then lulls me to calm at the end of a day. Hissing
and burning all the way down, her gold meeting with the blue of night.
All which encompasses me. All of which I possess.
All an inspiration.
To the coolness, the crispness of a wondrous fall morning. As the heat from my mug wafts up to my nose. And in that one moment,
I am inspired.
To rebirth come spring, and to be tucked into bed on a blistery windy winter eve.
As icicles weigh heavy on branches out my window, threatening to crush that existence. Yet I am inspired.
The giggles from another room.
To the clock clicking upon my wall.
The people within my reach. Within my wall. Throughout my life.
All here now.
Yet, I do not own.
All that engulfs me throughout a single day.
Even that which heaves.
Seethes within my very being...
Finds truth, brutal at times.
Thus possesses me.
Words. I possess. Deep with in. The gray matter filled at times. Overwhelmed.
Laced together to form a thought.
To form a moment.
Is all that I possess.
The moment, the turn, the reality in which I reside.
Is all that I possess, All that I am,
All that I was,
in turn inspires me.
To be a good person.
To be a good woman.
To be a good Mother.
To just be.
All of which I possess, and to that which possesses me...Shall forever inspire me.