source, feed, building blocks, the river of emotions, of feeling, tapping it, getting in touch, chi, the white light, the energy, the quality, the God, the one and the almighty, the collective unconscious, the soul, usually walled up, held in check, bounded by society, but sometimes, it spills over, overruns the gate, leaks out of the cracks and invades my sleep and fills my head with dreams. and then, as soon as they've come, as i remember, and wish and plead for more, grasping at the tendrils of the soul's imagination, it's gone, walled up, and i sleep on unaware, untouched, undisturbed. how can i keep the creek from drying?