MUSE
Nothing funny about that -
semantics and juggling adverbs apart;
it emerges from stillness and dark, intact
fully fledged, coherent and complete
with an aura of authority - not gainsaid.
It is the Medium betwixt creative Source and embodied-self
the I, a go-between to matter and man.
It dances along the corpus calosum -
a ballerina, inter-weaving left with right,
springing surprises, intense certainties
the I complicit, entangled.
It inspires, spells things out, intimates.
It’s not only mine, but belongs to all;
our collective doorway to creativity, intuitive states, higher so-called minds,
where conscience has a stake;
cognitive jumping boards that enable
visionary, beatific, shamanic
and other-dimensional voyaging.
There are many modes of transmission;
languages, aloof from Babel’s babble,
employing home-tongues, un-needing
of linguistic lexicons or interpreters.
Sometimes information and messaging is downloaded on external screens,
via symbols, signs, serendipity
or internally in sudden epiphanies
instantaneous knowing.