En arche en o logos.

The word comes unbidden.
Come like a torrent you have been holding on to.
The clouds when they let go of what they have been carrying
Way up in the sky. Falls back to ground. And is absorbed into parched earth.

There was no choice.
The word comes unbidden.
And you follow it where it goes
Where it leads.

Even if I wanted to turn back it was already too late
And this was before it had actually begun.
To many things were pointing me in that direction although I didn’t see it at the time. It’s only looking back. I see it clearly.

I don’t know what set me on this path.
Or how I got here.
The way just opened up before me
And like a curious creature I went.
Where it wends.

And it was all so familiar but strange like I was remembering a dream from 
another life.

I wrote everything down
I was feverish.
I don’t exactly remember but the sensation remains. The tips of my fingers numb with anticipation.

I cannot tell you how to get there.
There is no map.
And I’ve a terrible sense of direction.
It just sortof happened. 

I think it was just a one time thing.
and it will never come to me like this again
Like this visiting flame.

That makes me sad.

But perhaps there are others. And I will find another one.