I write,
to purge my soul
weather eyes read it,
or ears hear.

I write,
with a driven passion/obsession
from where I don’t know.

I write,
grazing like animal
upon a milky white field.

I write
anointing page with words
that whisper, echo, scream, cry,
light, and dance.

I write,
as time fleets away
and treasures emerge.

I write,
as a sage
whose heart beats
in rhythms of a song.