if i start writing itll come to me
like a wind that blows from oer the sea
i shouldnt judge wat my soul can hear
but only be ready when it becomes clear
come to me o muse divine
and help me scribble these next few lines
i need the inspiration now
to serve this force i vow
holy high creativity
and beautiful transparency
i need to use you when you come
and use me same until its done
the wonders you can show through me
are glorious for eyes to see
transcendance can be thus attained
to catch it waxing before it wanes
to let it flow through you so free
to write down what it says to me
if i can do this simple task
where it comes from i wont ask
because i know it is divine
part of God the Lord of mine