THE WORD

In the beginning was the Word – the sound of inspiration. And, inspired by a distant memory of such a moment, feel free to give voice to these (your) rising thoughts, (our) rising thoughts, (or) thoughts, quite simply, and to sound them out, and, being inspired in your breathing, turning inward, be inspired to write down these thoughts, and to write the thoughts down, with ease, at ease, just as they come, as word, as words, in words.
And learn in this way to set down your thoughts in words, and to know a little of (our) mind, (our) rising thoughts, (or) mind, (or) thoughts, quite simply (your own) (much like an other’s) mind, and, relaxing into the mindful, to trace there, upon the page, the journey of a single mind’s reflections,
And to breathe, and to write – and simply to breathe, and to write,
And, putting pen to paper, simply to let the ink flow, ink flowing, so easily, so that,
Whatever your inspiration,
You write it up,
And write it down,
And write it out, write now, at once,
So as to find then your voice,
And your vocation, and, in doing so,
To free your inspiration, and to hear that voice resound, as if
A sound, resonating, from the silence, the depths of silence, in sound, a prayer,
A form of prayer, from out of nothing,
A form of prayer, from emptiness,
And a dream, of days, and nights, divine.