How is it possible
for you to write poetry every day?
a friend asks –
I am not the one who is
making poetry -
I’ve fully dissolved into
the ancient one
deep inside of me
and creativity happens
on its own and elegance
comes down and kisses
the face of humanity.
I’ve become a fecund
rain falling down
on the parched lips
of this sweet earth,
I've become a fertile soil
from which the kernel
of poetry erupt.
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