Inside Ourselves

A sip of tea helps draw out words planted deep within. The soul, having slipped away from the outside world, listens intently to the heart where diverse vocabularies lay hidden until seen. Curiously moving inside the dimensions of each word, observations find resonance in the mind, which gradually develops a better understanding and appreciating of their worth. Without portentousness, a poetry naturally unfolds as something between the mind and heart begins to brew.

For a while, the ink openly flows.

As she completes her last sip of tea, the poet lays down her pen and slips briefly away. But for an instant, prior to her leaving, she hesitates for a moment to dwell on a hope – something promising that the words she's just penned might be opened again by somebody else’s mind. And that it might produce in them, a sweet twitch to the heart as her words, once again, come alive.