Promise of A Page

its the freedom of a page, empty, until the 

mark assigned as meaning

yet even then the page remains a 

promise to hold more. 

~

This, then too, is our promise, our own reflection really - we are matched to the page with the possibilities that only emptiness holds, no meaning aside from what we given ourselves, and no separation from what is written as our lives. We are a story told within the infinite page of existence, only for an instant believing that we are words alone - always we remain the promise of the page. 

Peace,

Eric