A Knowing Feeling
stirs in me
when I choose colours
when painting or
strike strings on the zither
Others make inventions
design processes
write the truth or
fantasize it
Is it the Muses
a divine spirit or
is it the flow of time
that pours nectar
into open mouths?
Just open the mouth
like a chakra
and receive it
no longer feel yourself
and enjoy
total peace?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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