Of joining words together:
mainly, I write for my own pleasure, the joy of joining words together in a certain structure that has meaning and displays the thoughts that I deeply value. Writing is my chosen art form and the substance I write of is slightly less important to me than its arrangement - with my aim being to show beauty in some way, and that any I insight I might offer is surely a byproduct of this intention. This frees me to take chances, creative leaps with words and ideas, to write without concern of audience, or proving that my point is valid. Nothing I write is meant to be taken as a discourse in spiritual values, or that I have any insights deeper than your own.
it's simply for the joy of joining words together.
what I write of is my morning's inspiration, thoughts that come to me after meditation and while I'm listening to those earliest bird songs that often sing to me of ideas. Most everything is spontaneous, unplanned themes arriving almost fully formed and my only real work is the arrangement of words across an empty page. I've been asked about why I share my writing if I'm unconcerned of its reception and the answer is - that's when the works completed, released from my own private audience to whoever else might find it and that perhaps they'll relate to the inspiration of the writing in some small way. But really, an artist can never know how anything shared will be received, and the courage is in its release and the commitment to again return to an an empty page or canvas, to begin the work once more with a clean slate of inspiration. Sharing is just what's done when the work's complete, an endpoint to a specific expression so that the mind is clear for the very next idea. Of course there's a wish for appreciation, if not for the words themselves than at least for the effort, for the consistency and commitment to the art form itself, and that perhaps there was some beauty or insight found.
but that's beyond my interest or control.
what I have is only my present inspiration, the pleasure of listening to those earliest bird songs just outside my window...and the sure and simple joy of joining words together.
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Peace, Eric