Aiki epiphany 2004-10-30

What is this inspiration that visits me?

Softly on a breath's caress,
sending shocks through my spine,
whispering silently:
"release me."

Then, like a feather thunderbolt,
a swallowed fireball,
it rests, collects, deepens.

At first, it seems gone,
so subtle the fire;
but the growing weight leaves no doubt:
something - someone? - wants out.

And suddenly, the pinpoint ball explodes
extending through all I can see
and then