It comes and goes

It comes and goes

In silence

No words are needed

Barely a rustle

Not even a ruffle

Of wind to announce

Its entrance

Mark its departure

Its presence barely

Understood

Even in resistance

There is dismay

At the ease with which

It escapes

Without a scratch

To mar its progress

Sully the impact

Of its design

It skirts the edge

Of the common place

Skates over

The indifference

Of naysayer’s

Who lack belief

In its promise and

Corrupt innocence

Distrust the bloom

Of an ingénue

Defile its meaning.

Out of simplicity

Comes truth

Inspiration

Is artless

Without sweat

It is a paragon

Virtuous

Unspoiled

Every time it

Fills the space

Between the lines

We live within

I feel its breath

Upon my skin

And rejoice

In the presence of

The unknowable

It is a wonder

Of life

To revere

The passage of thought

As it carries itself

To the edge of reason

Smitten by the ghost

Of its own belief

It is without prejudice

Honest and beneficent

Richly rewarded

With nothing

More than it needs

It is all that is wanted

The true meaning of life

In a world filled

With strife

It is hope

It is beauty

It is love.