My hand moves across the page

guided by a force

an impulse outside of myself.

I can feel a subtle flow

from my crown

down my arm

to my hand.

This pure, intelligent knowingness

speaks into my mind;

informs my hand.

I watch awestruck

in virtual disbelief.

My Self watches as this body

obeys an energy from outside itself

Peace flows along with the words.

A gentle, coolness fills my chest

soothing me

dissolving apprehension.

So I trust

yielding my hand to the One

that created it.

And then just as gently as it began

it ceased.

Like a slippery fish

the energy flitted away

leaving me quietly euphoric

wondering when again

it will take my hand.

Evelyn Bourne

Copywrite 2011

 

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