It just does not come aknocking
like a pauper waiting for you
out of hand to make an offer
Nor does it stagger with rucksack
as a vagabond sneaking a
residence in your heart...
It is already in you set!
in the temple of your mind where
it sits lotus-style from day-one.
It’s ticking like a metronome...
chanting Om ’n ringing chimes
to stir up your recall & recital;
Creativity’s made its home...
when you were milliseconds born...
within your bundled chromosomes.