Headless Writing

even with my mark of words, the page itself always remains empty, being infinite in its service to hold whatever meaning that I write of, providing just the right space to define each word that's offered. The gift of writing is to face this emptiness daily and commit to navigating through its potential. My goal is never to attempt to fill the page with words, that's beyond my every effort, it's only to find my own reflection staring back at me in both its initial emptiness, as well as any eventual meaning that might be offered through my writing.

seeing myself at once as the void and its potentiality.  

seamlessly so. 

my wish is to always write from here, starting with this realization of emptiness and its creative service, allowing words to flow easily through my imagination, never once worrying about the limits of words or inspiration. Simply writing for the sake of writing, unafraid of pausing in eventual silence, knowing that emptiness is always present, serving, infinite in its patience. 

we could thing of this as headless writing, from our initial void to its full creative expression, being in service to beauty, imagination, meaning, and never once wavering it its commitment. To write from here is to be truly expressive, fulfilling our potential without concern for how it might unfold. The void is limitless, pure in its potentiality. 

it's what we are. 

 so I think of this as headless writing.

from emptiness...

to these present words. 

seamless. 

~

Peace, Eric