Genius

Genius cannot be controlled
It just ebbs and flows like twisting cyclones,
coursing through brains, supersonic highways.
Unreachable by will alone,
evoked only when inspired.
Often by, most insignificant of things,
other times by such lofty ideas.
Spirit plane, mirrored horizon
Key to past souls,
a library full of lifetimes.
Can’t explain what, how, or who
Can’t comprehend, still it guides in its grace
the Genius that resides inside that place.
Temple’s gate helps contemplate.
empty vessel, without this illusive light.
unknown identity, thing of existence.
Man and his mind, minus time.