Receptive

I start with one and then to two.
Before I blink, the page is full.
A word here, a comma there
I am pushed around and end with flare.
My mind's a blank with room for beauty.
And all the colors show up as jewels.
An image grows and sentence flows.
Before I am clear, the world's been shown.
I keep what's given and ask for nothing,
For in that space, the gift's been dancing:
On all my being, on all my doing
On all my thinking and... the unspoken.