Beyond the words is a place
every writer longs to be.
There, where unvarnished truth
resides alongside unlimited expression.
Poets would take you on the journey
beyond the words.
The path is not straight.
The path cannot be seen.
The path can only be felt.
The path takes one beyond
the land of dreams
and thoughts unscreened
to the place nothing seems.
In nothingness all lives.
Every possibility sounds out
silently.
The song cannot be heard.
The song can only be felt.
Until nothing erupts quietly
and words return
surprising me.
Art flows not from the poet.
Art flows through the poet
from that place
beyond the words
where all art resides.
The journey is within.
annarino writes 