What is that feeling?
What is that feeling when you have something to say?
A question to ask
a gap to connect
a thought pit to make whole
an urge to counter what you've just heard
to improve on what was said
to speak better words
or design a better world
in speech alone
when simple niceties are not enough
and reading the room only goes so far
when conversation is not the goal
but only the medium
and ego reclines
the focus shifting
away from my petty life
onto the pettiness of life itself
or its grandeur
or the unfulfilled promise
of we high potential humans
or the scarcity of time
or the fear therein
of the ultimate unknown
pulling us, bringing us
to our knees
praying "please"
What is that feeling?
that gets back up
stands up
burning as if desirous
of nothing within reach
of my petty life
as of a Higher Power
that does not lord over
pettiness
that does not preach
or promise
or hush the crowds
rather lifting each and every
mind (with ego reclined)
into a daze
as it would feel to our everyday
sensibilities
a stun
a stimulus of enchantment
as the unknown becomes known
and what remains unknown
loses its vice grip
What is that feeling
of having something to say
out of a place of ever-flowering curiosity?
And what is that feeling
to grasp the fully-bloomed flower petals
in your palm
shining with all-knowing luminosity?
And what could be that feeling
of having no longer anything left to
have to say?
