As golden dust falls from heaven
Inspiration awakens
My mouth opens
As I inhale it
Like manna from heavan
I feel it ripple through my body
As I begin to write, speak or paint
The words are warm
I see my breath appear like a small cloud on a cold winters day
I speak to you, the way you need to hear it
The words form gently as they appear perfectly
I see visions of animals, plants, rocks and streams that speak to me as sentient beings
I must quickly capture them or else they disappear eternally
They bring messages of wisdom
Words of love
Or they teach me about different realities that many cannot see
Golden dust sparkles upon everything they show me
Glowing almost sensually
Beckoning you to read, to hear to see
They seduce you to listen
The words will intoxicate and soothe, like water in an arid dessert
It is the abundance you crave and the inspiration you seek
Breath it in
Fill yourself upon it
See how it thrills
How it satisfies
How it spreads itself through the universe
Exploding magic to every heart and to every corner of the world
Little Wren 