Ever had an idea
That weeks
Months
Or years
Later you found
Someone else
Had that idea
Too?
She whispers
To us all…
We may think
Or fancy
Our thoughts
As ours
Alone.
She is a Mother
Desperate for birth
He is both
For Shehe plants
Their seed
In many
Like they
Are pressing
For survival
Like more
Is at stake
Than just a creative
Idea wanting
To be
Born.
But there
Are many weeds
In the garden
Hell bent
On destroying
The flowers
Of creation,
With fears
Masquerading
As courtesy
Or logic.
Worry is not
From the
Divine
Or the Muse,
But there are
Liars
Planted
In our hearts
Calling themselves
Flowers.
I have no way
To convince you
Of this,
And all I can do
Point out
That
Another has done
As the Muse
Bid us do,
And has done
Where we
Hesitated
Over worry
Of offending others.
She will not
Be thwarted.
He has his
Own timing
Which is not
Based
In or on
Our fears.
