Inspired

It comes from within,
  like the flow of a stream.
It happens in the gaze
  upon a flower, butterfly,
Or maybe its the sky.
  with pillar clouds and
Fancy lights or the
  pinprick of stars looking.
Drawn inward to the
  place where things come.
Unbidden and clear,
  like the depths of a pool,
Where the stone falls
  and all the ripples begin.