the writer's black

Apr 2022


In to me it flows.

In to me it goes.

I feel it when it’s off.

I feel it when it’s on.

Sometimes I haven’t listened.

But it has never steered me wrong.

As a matter of fact,  It has reminded me a couple of times right now as I write this poem.

Of it’s true power and presence.

Constant and continuous reflection.

As I continue my journey diving deeper into self.

Learning more about me than anyone or anything else.

Because the number 1 rule is to know thy self.

You will not truly master anything until you master your self.

I speak energy before english.  That’s it for now.

There’s nothing left to say. Because you can feel it.



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