Meditation

I drink in the quietness. As my mind builds in thought. Silent words are uttered. While the moments are caught. Pictures materialize under the guise, of cryptic visions. A collage of colors, bring forth collisions. Now comes the message, which originally was a mess. My meditation moves me, beyond an educated guess. I hear the words sing underneath the lines. I have knocked, and the door is opened by the Divine. Richard J Wright (2010)