Epiphanies

Didn’t fall off the sky today

I was waiting to catch some

No excuses

It didn’t want to

Force of Will is forcing a flow

Oxymoronic- this orientativeness of goal

I never experienced some intuitive and some depth

Without my rare and my random

And there would be no craving to learn

For predictability of pattern of behaviour

Creator is randomly brilliant and rare

Let’s celebrate that part of us that thaws

Speak with it like intention of waking a master

It’s waiting for it genius

It is waiting for it rare

It will push on when its ripe

I see Epiphanies in millions

I don’t like my

Multitudes of epiphanic Pudding forced out of a pipe