Something Big to Hold Onto

Last night i asked the Universe for a gift, some direction, a light, something big to hold and grasp onto. And it gave me a letter to the universe. I don't know from where its words came, but it flowed through me as quickly as a storm hits. It flowed from The Universe, through me and back to the universe. Like it was having conversations with itself. I was the messenger, the delivery man. And when it was gone, it was gone. But it came back the next day and took hold of me again. Wanting me to take pen to paper and join the dots. The dots to my life...and without thinking to much about it, I let the words float onto the page, from one to another without perfection. Perfect in its imperfection. Too complete to be toyed with. To whole, to worry about what was missing. Enjoying themselves as they are.