Ramble? poem?

you decide...

my poems are my sermons,
written, spoken.
and you read, you listen.
i have no pulpit, you need no pew
i weave with the elaborate geometry of a spider's web
hoping you allow these words to reshape you ; transform you
i'm overdosed and drunk all day on the elixir of inspiration
my mind overflowing with abundance of words
my soul, a suspension waiting to be stirred and shaken
only to let it rest again,
and watch the constituents separate
and let what settles, settle
what floats, float
and just let what is, be