Who holds the poets pen.
Rises the well to swell.
Moves the words.
Pours the soul -
the hearts elixir onto a page?
A moment glimpsed.
Somewhere touched.
Something understood.
A graced space - no trace.
No sound, no signature.
A poem given.
Written.
Deepest gratitude to You .
You, who rises the well to swell.
Moves the pen.
Pours the soul –
the hearts elixir onto a page.
Who Holds the Poets Pen
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The great square has no corners,
The great vessel takes long to complete,
The great note is rarefied in sound,
The great image has no shape.
Lao Tzu