Downpour or On the Edge of Translation

It rains down

fills my soul

from head to toes

sometimes a heavy downpour

or thunderstorm

Its words with mine

stir my inner beingness

mixing in gut, heart, mind

until clouds of emotions

swirl and dance in partnership

It all bubbles up

threatens to burst my seams

I try to capture

thoughts and contemplations

in language I know

And the words

explode out of me

fall from pen

or onto computer keyboard

faster than I can write

At times

I’m only on the edge

of a translation

I can’t quite grasp

the correct words

Then suddenly

it all ceases

the downpour stops

words cut off

in midsentence or thought

Wait, wait!

I didn’t get it all!

I still haven’t come up with a description of how/what the inflow is really like. Sometimes there are real words I understand, and other times it’s a kind of feeling of what is being channeled; emotion, but not emotion. --SW