TimothyOgene

I am a channel made of clay, water and air. What I say comes and goes as they choose. I am not in control. My muse and source is high below. I look up to see her in everything below; beyond the hills and valleys that run from this end to that end of my soul.

In every soul is a pot of poetry. Like music, poetry is everywhere. It is the shadow of the soul. To the pure soul a clear shadow is cast for mortals to read.

Listen to trees at runrise, they speak words from places beyond here. Each verse a mix of sweet and sober frangrance. Watch the clouds at dawn. Listen to your own soul.