This is what floated up from the meditation space this evening. I believe it to be my spirit speaking to me, or perhaps it is yours speaking to you.
Your poems will make their own way in the world.
Will ye or nill ye.
They will float free of the pictures you attached to them
Pictures that trail behind but impede nothing
Except your own piece of mind.
Peace or piece it comes down to the same thing:
Your poems will fly free in the world—