A Divine Present

 It comes,unexpectedly,like a tornadowith words crashingagainstmy brain.There is no safety.No net.No prelude.No warning.Every aspect of my spiritgets pouredonto a page witha surprise of knowledge,a magical gift --from somewhere else,some mystical wisdom.And I let it flow,taking forward everything in its path,with dry rainof words,of me,of an incomplete life...wrapped in divinity.