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Inspiration’s Well by Lelia Thomas

Amongst the virid vines,
My heart glows with orange fire.
Rushing blood and eyes so keen—
I feel as I’ll never tire.

This is my peace,
The answer to the tragedy,
May it never cease—
This mind, this source of life.

I feel it now.
The wind so softly blowing,
A raindrop upon the brow,
The Muse’s kindly blessings.

I hear that royal sound
Of horses’ unshod hooves,
Shaking ghostly ground
Within the free man’s mind.

Here I can overcome,
Feel no betrayal or injustice.
What should I cower from?
All here is known to me.

This body, this shell
Holds the peace—
My mind, my Muse,
Inspiration’s well.

Written in 2002, this poem is about releasing one’s mind to the true essence of imagination and creativity. In the mind, everything is possible.