- nsughaiyer
When An Ant Tickles Me...
Updated: Oct 31, 2019

I have a feeling.
It starts to move inside of me,
Like a hurried ant.
I often feel it around my stomach.
It tickles my inspiration.
It moves my senses.
I focus on feeling it fully.
I don't know what it wants from me.
But I know it has arrived.
It asks me to keep it safe.
So I shelter it within me.
I sit in solitude with it,
Calmly and patiently.
On a canvas of silence,
It asks me to feed it.
So I give it my intention.
I water it with my faith.
I convince myself that...
What will come out will not be mine.
The hurried ant moves to my head.
It tickles my mind.
It becomes a thought.
One. Single. Thought.
A word. Sometimes, a line.
I grab my laptop.
I place my hands on the keyboard.
My fingers start moving.
I type a word.
Then, a line.
Few minutes later, a paragraph.
Soon later, a stream of thoughts flow through me,
Like a river flowing through a canal.
I blink. I see 500 words.
What the...!
An hour ago, I had nothing but a tickle in my stomach.
That hurried ant did all this?!
I now wonder where the ant came from.
I pray that more ants will come again.
And maybe that one day...
I will find the nest.
P.S. An Ant tickled me to write this blog post.
Yours in Magic,
Naser