After meditation, this morning, I had this incredible urge to write a poem. Normally I would brush it off saying to myself that I am not a poet. Instead ... I got a pen and paper and wrote it down.
Peculiar how things can be, isn't it?
In my dream
It felt as it the Universe was speaking to me
When I awoke I thought it would be true
That I would know just what to do
The dream escaped me so it seems
Messages can be tangled within our dreams
I'll let it go
This need to know
Instead I will listen to the whispers within the day
And yield to what they say
For it's thru listening that we learn our way