Digital Grasshopper

Ink runs from my pen as it traces it’s way across the paper
faster than the wind it seems,
I am enraptured by these sounds
where no voices flow,
Rhythmic beats carry me from the flesh of my brain
To spiritual flight of my soul

My soul inside this flesh,
releasing the beauty of the divine through this
living self expression.
from soul to fingertips of flesh
I am but a scribe of the divine,

A mere visitor passing through time on this adventure,
seeking to experience life to it’s fullest,
savoring each and every moment,
creating myself to be the best man I can be,
inviting joy and happiness into my life.