# 493: Inspiration
Lebanon Poetry
What do you mean?
Where do you come from?
Is it really your breath
That lights our soul?
Why do I ask?
So many questions.
It is enough
To have you
To feel you
To live with you.
Sudden impulse
No time to lose
Hands flying
With the pen.
God is in it
No doubt remains
“You touched me.”
Words so tender
Is there a return?
After inspiration
Can you go back?
Writing is calling.
No other way.
Poetry is faith
Faith in poetry.
“They teach philosophy.”
Too much brain
Too little humanism.
Spreading inspiration?
Or just absorbing.
The soul is all
A fountain of love.
Machines replace it?
Want to play God?
Why find names?
I would die
If you were gone
No need to fear
Still struggling
To burst the chains
Have always known
You were inside
When you hide
I am not myself.
So many options
Just one calling
It is a gift
And a burden as well
“Go away”
I did say
Rather feel numb
Than with a locked soul
That is sinful
Neglecting your gifts
Never thought
Would meet you here
Amongst the ancient
Churches and preachers
That is a sign
I know it well.
Knowing means feeling
For the poet in heart
Just more patience
Is all I need
Please continue
To bother me
Getting closer to you
By running away.
Will keep touching
The lost souls
Will give them strength
To listen to you
Maybe that is it
A simple faith
Just getting out
What is inside
No other teachings
No church to attend
Just being and writing
Inspiration in all
For all
And forever living.