Sunrise Of Inspiration

How did it begin; those thought surprises;
life is filled with complications;
but when, exactly, was it, thought arises;
that sunrise of inspiration?

The mind is filled with disjointed thought;
what is it that brings one to the fore?
Nighttime causes a panoply to be wrought;
while the mind is searching for more.

Where is the switch, that turns on the light;
bringing one thought from the recess of mind;
bringing forth a truth into day from night:
how is such inspiration designed?

Thought requires links, like computer connections;
the mind pirouettes, like a ballet dancer;
dancing, one to another, of thought’s reflections;
relentless, is the mind, seeking an answer.

The mind’s forever seeking that aha moment;
when inspiration emerges from where hiding;
who or what, was the hidden thought’s proponent;
was it destiny, within us, residing?

Perhaps it was God, whispering each answer;
leading his child, where meant to go;
or, maybe it was simply Serendipity, the dancer;
dancing in the light, makes us grow.

Time is both a merciless and merciful master;
everything happens for a reason;
every life path is littered with potential disaster;
sunrise is inspiration’s season.

Monty 8/3/22. # 1,244