what wells up inside
at times, a tear becoming a waterfall
a feeling in our gut
spreading like the wind throughout us

often not the result of hard thought, rather
what casually slips into our heart
sometimes a no-nonsense notion
overtaking us like a tornado

taking form in words, but not always
could be a smile, hug, a questioning look
something old we remember
at times, simply walking away

inside us always, but
not always within reach
there, waiting like the next breath
wisdom, your true nature