Imagination

I had an idea

And I thought

It was brilliant.

But there was so much

to contradict.

right inside me

and out there.

 

The mind flitted

one thought to another

till it settled on a branch.

Amazingly,

it found roots in that tree.

and watered it

untiringly.

 

The water seeped through

to more roots in the vicinity,

and carried me

to a beautiful garden.

I discovered

the beauty of fluidity

and ideas bloomed.

 

Those Eureka moments

named Magic or Meditation.

emerge only if

you shed confining garments

of tradition.

Call it moonwalking

or imagination.

 

Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM