I’m not a skilled craftsman
Poetry and prose just came
Don’t call me a poet, I have not
worked for that
I’m just an instrument in the hand of God
Who sends his Muse and pours
Verse into my head
Creating
Through me someone’s speaking
to someone, gives directions
Sometimes heals sick souls
And brings peace
When I accepted gifts and inspirations
My soul grew wings
The world stopped existing I
Flew away
(You will find more poems in the book ”This Charm of Bali”)