Channels of communication 
waver,
linger,
seek the woman’s
acceptance, 
allowance,
unconditional surrender.
Never
Well, 
maybe never.
She
vacillitating,
faltering. 
They,
hoping,
praying
for acceptance
of allowance
and  trust.

Channels waiting,
watching,
teaching
the one to give
that which of what she  is
to the form
of the words
as they come
to the mind
of the woman
who waited
for this moment
to arrive.

This woman
seeks a light
at the end
of a  tunnel
she’s travelled before.
Wondering,
remembering,
how  she
missed the  end
as she takes
the turnings
she’s taken before.


Words arising
lighten the air,
confirmation, 
anticipation,
and deception
waiting to concur.  

Lightness, 
Darkness,
burn within her.
Words pummel,
letters  shuffle,
pages turn
as she enters
the realms
of the channels
she’s known before.

Validation
ever arriving
in words that appear
in the thoughts
that she hears.
The rhythm and beat
of the fingers
she feels
and the stroke
of the pen
not  of her making.

Acceptance,
allowance,
surrender,
give
cause
for celebrating
the channels awakening
by beings beyond.