Continuous Evolution

Walking home a few days ago I was so consumed by a sense of peace and joy that I could hardly stop smiling, and as I laughed to myself I took in the beauty of my surroundings amazed by just how lucky I was to at that moment be able to live and see and feel all I was.

I felt so care free - like I did as a child without the responsibilities associated with adulthood, like I was six years old again. I thought of the many changes that had taken place within me and changes I was still experiencing; spiritually, emotionally, physically and most importantly my creative growth.

How and what I write has changed, interestingly words have taken on a new form of awesome power. They awaken my creative senses and I approach them lustfully, wanting to possess and be possessed by them by -my words. My new found past time is decoding each word I use , finding different ways to describe one thing , one action , one  emotion with only one word .

So as my world changes so do I but my words don’t necessarily change I would want to think that they acquire new power …new purpose.

An ovary bountiful and filled …..

Filled with ova;

Ova- of ideas, thoughts…dreams of purpose

Filled and bursting

Moving rapidly -----Rushing

Rushing through the fallopian tubes

Gushing into the waiting uterus

Sheltered and warm is my uterine home

Incubated there;

I develop and grow

From embryo to fetus I am coming into being

Into my words….

My thoughts

My dreams

As lazy limbs awaken

I turn and stretch …

Pushing against stomach wall

Against skin, against flesh.

Rhythmic sounds alert me of the coming light,

And as my pen touches paper

I’ve been given sight