Guidance

The words that flow out of me,

The books I buy but only reach out for years later,

Only for them to point me in the right direction,

Or affirm I am exactly where I need to be;

There must be something guiding me –

Fluid, devoid of form,

Taking shape through me.

I create;

I let my days be an ode to it,

So it may always find a path through me.