From within consciousness
It flows through the mind like a leaf softly floating in the wind
Distracted and you might miss it. What was that thought?
The feeling of letting something valuable slip through our fingers
The moment passes, and disappears
A series of words swim to the surface
Disconnected. A tornado of letters
Violet. Orchid. Petal. Blur. Magic.
Then stillness. The noise is gone. It becomes so clear.
Feeling suddenly creative. You write.
An orchid, lost in a see of petals, a magical blur of deep
Beautiful...