A poem

Here's a poem I just wrote:

Three Instances of Inspiration

The rock was made of tiny crystals,
a revelation which drew my attention in a mysterious ecstasy.
The origin of the rock held me transfixed as I pondered
the patterns of the stones in the high mountain country.
Enthralled by the beauty of deep observation,
I perceived the coalescence of the stream's chatter into a subtle voice:
"Why don't you do this more often?"

Rarely, as I descend into unconsciousness,
I am able to listen to myself piecing together sentences that don't make sense.
One memorable time, I perceived this voice saying:
"You have let yourself be suffused with the Holy Spirit. I'm proud of you."
How peaceful I felt after that.

In a crowd of people outside the temple in the green wilderness,
I gave birth to the image of a blue figure bowing his head with clasped hands.
As we walked around the temple, chanting, I experienced a wonderful energizing joy.