The Translator

Writing as the rights of words come into my possession-

I do not own these thoughts for they fall into my mind when the world needs them.

I am nothing but the body who unveils them,

translates them into visions for people to engulf them.

I am nothing but the finger tips that clutch the pen,

the flow of wisdom comes from within the universe,

a force I cannot source beyond the air about me.

I am a translator, nothing more, nothing less,

my body serves the universe

and writes the words that must be said.