As I First Begin To Flex That Muscle Poem by Patti Masterman

As I first begin to flex that muscle,
That complexity of the intuition,
Impulses come; at first faint rustling,
Then stronger, till the phone startles
With it's ringing, mere seconds after-

Voices warning, images impaling;
It's hard to live with it's restless cogitations,
But even harder to continue along, without it.

To gain a glimpse of impending truth,
You must first invest enough emotion
Into the opened question,
Moving through life in an uncertainty,
Just an organism of inquisition.

Taking nothing for granted,
The soul's fervent prayer
Arcs to the source, of everything and nothing,
Removing only the fragment requested,
Then filled up, turns back into the ether.