7.11.2024
I can only voice that which I hear But my hearing is of another kind, The words come down as poetry And I, as scribe, catch their flow Without the resource of the mind. When I receive, I do not judge, What can one say when the lines Stream almost faster than I can write. If not received properly I wait in silence and appeal. If patient, the answers always come.
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