Words, pictures of thought. Plucked from the sky or handed down from above, I do not know. They come like silent whispers. Life forms of their own. An invisible pen in motion. Steering feelings and ideas, winding them down their pure path to mysterious worlds.
Like skipping rocks on the stillness of your being; words and thoughts jump and travel yet always dissipate. So close your eyes and let the universe download it’s knowledge and remember they were never your words in the first place.