what brings a thought to life?
what creates that special something
that empowers us to write?

the flash of
ten thousand neurons
excitedly sparking
in perfect unison
from some scintillating stimulus?

or a flicker of divine consciousness
the energy that gives life
in all its preciousness
flowing through our bodies
with a vital forcefulness

yet energy
can neither be hatched
nor dispatched
merely transformed
into another wonder
of creation
so where does it go when we die?
what happens to our thoughts
our laughter and our cries?

they stay on written page
for an eternity
never to age
but thoughts are fleeting
and fickle
and dissipate with bodies phage

what miracle allows us
free thought?
not just to know
the sky is blue
or
my leg is caught
but to think
"I love you"

each of us vessels
of life's source
has our own theory
of creations force
but whatever that be
it is bigger than the all
an awesome concept to peruse
yet found in the tiniest cell ball

and so is our muse