The inspiration

Water seeks it’s path
Finds pores
Empty spaces
Fills in the gaps

When you listen to Verdi
Reading Goethe or Rumi
Exploring wind in Van Gough’s
And compose, write or draw

That’s not an inspiration
But an amusement
It’s not original
But a copy of a masterpiece

Inspiration is the voice of the universe
Only is heard when one is ready
A light comes to the dark corner
Only when the curtain is open


P.s. The dark corner: the corner of inspiration

The curtain: the curtain of ignorance.