No Clear Agenda

No clear agenda: 

with no clear agenda other than words to page, no urgency of message, nothing greatly inspired and yet there's still a wish to listen, to see what words may appear to me in this most quiet point of early morning. There's no question of writing, it's a promise sure to happen, and I am committed to this time, willing to wait without judgement for any words that grace my presence. 

it's enough to simply be here.

that's important to me, my commitment to show up for words, listening to the subtle qualities of silence offered through my wait, content, and whatever words do show will be exactly what I need to hear this morning, filling the space of page as well my wish for writing. It works out perfectly this way, each morning without fail and the only requirement is to release myself from the demand for words, to have no clear agenda other than to be here, and happily so. Worlds will always find me, they know I'm here, present, appreciative for their arrival, and with no concern for whatever message that they hold. It's always enough to simply be here, writing when words appear, listening to the quietness offered by their absence, no real preference between the two. 

sometimes though there is a great rush of words, inspiration so quickly given and then swept against the page with an urgency to fulfill. Some mornings are like that. But most aren't, many more are softly quiet and reflective, with only a few words made through silence, and those being gratefully collected, arranged with deep care and tenderness on the page. It's all an act of love, my devotion shown through waiting, listening, with no clear agenda other than my presence here. 

it's enough to simply be...

everything else is optional, a favor of appearance, and I am grateful for it all.

~

Peace, Eric