The Process

When somebody asks,

“Where do you find your words?

Where do they come from?”

As if,

I had the answer

But I certainly try

A place so deep,

I believe,

Exists beneath

The depth of my being

Where my mind

Loses all gravity

And all it does,

Is listen

What that silence speaks

And I am aloof,

At that point of time,

The thought gathers shape..