inspiration

What fires the synapses of the brain : is it the thrum of monsoon rains?

Or the smell of paddy-  fresh and green?

Or the caress of a breeze unseen?

What kindles our creative spark: a glowing star in the dark?

Or glint of sun on dazzling seas?

Or blooms on the flame-of-forest trees?

From these our dreams are born and grow,

And freshet ideas gush and flow.

Still, the Primal power holds us in thrall–

For from Nothingness It created All!

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