Navigating Through Emptiness

Navigating through emptiness: 

sometimes I don't need a topic to begin writing, that without any set theme there comes a certain freedom found in the fear of not knowing where any beginning might lead me towards, if anywhere at all, as I'm navigating through emptiness without a sure conclusion. 

every sentence is then a mystery to me, each word really, as I have no idea which thread to now follow, if inspiration lies ahead, or if this is a false trail that reaches nowhere in the end. There's a thrill in not knowing, and a certainty that this is beyond the thought failure, even a sense of accomplishment has no place here - it's just writing for the mystery of appearing words, how they arrive from the complete emptiness of before to this very moment that my fingers reach the keyboards.

I'm writing mystery.

navigating through emptiness without a sure conclusion. 

most truly, even an author doesn't appear until these words arrive, it's all self-creating, inspiration being in need of an instrument to reach its own fulfillment. Everything is created right now, with each word given an writer immediately appears in order to provide for their arrangement, assigning any meaning, and again disappears until their role is needed. 

I am writing for my own fulfillment.

my own identity, really.

if only for this moment. 

so  perhaps there's no navigating through emptiness, not really, as that's what always belongs here, and I am as temporary in my role as writer, just as brief, as the appearance of every word. 

sometimes the topic is emptiness itself...

 that there is no sure conclusion,

every word is it's own fulfillment, and equally so for my appearance as a writer. 

~

Peace, Eric