Flow of Words

Flow of words: 

usually it's just after meditation, the sun still hours away from morning, everything settled, quiet, and a faint idea will then whisper through my mind, subtle, barely even noticed - but I know what I will write of now, a themes been given to me, inspiration has arrived with a hint of these first few words. From this point on it's simply a matter of trusting intuition, knowing that there's a pathway from this beginning to a satisfying conclusion and that an easy flow of words will take me there. 

it never seems to fail. 

that's mainly how I write, an hours worth of work at best, an easy flow of words, or I simply wait in silence, listening to absolutely nothing until a sound arrives, noting the gentle parting of silence as it allows the earliest songs of morning, a single bird note given to the air, a distant car in travel, but silence always quickly returns at this hour - and with it I often find the flow of words renewed. 

it's an easy process, thoroughly enjoyable, although it hasn't always been this way. There used to be a struggle, fairly often as I remember, as everything I wrote had to be deeply profound, meaningful, and with spiritual significance. Or so I then believed. I've relaxed quite a bit now, with writing simply being an extension of my meditation time, from silence and vibration of mantra to the use words of words across my still quiet mind. Nothing meaningful has to be written, not this morning at least, and what I hope for is to leave just a few words that evoke...something...perhaps maybe a lingering sense of morning hours, mostly silent, peaceful, and the easy flow of words given to its description. 

most mornings, that's enough for me. 

~

Peace, Eric