Absence of Ideas

Absence of ideas: 

what I've done, or really, it's simply what's happened on its own, is let go of the struggle to think of something to write of each morning. I've found comfort in the absence of idea, it's freeing, and with this inspiration finds me on the emptiness of the page, every word being a link in an unknown theme that revels itself as my morning writing unfolds. 

everything I write is a mystery to me.

this has been just one more thing that has been surrendered, a string of concepts and beliefs that no longer seem to serve and now simply vanish without concern. I think an artist will sometimes cling to their struggles, holding to a false belief that there must be a period where inspiration keeps itself absent for a length of time, cyclical perhaps, and that one most suffer a bit for its return. 

I no longer wish to struggle ,

nor to suffer.

emptiness can be its own reward.

so too a single word.

and that's enough for me, just one word that's somehow intimately linked to a theme that has yet to appear in the course of time. I'm in no hurry, not anymore at least - 

inspiration knows exactly where to find me.

and it always does.

~

Peace, Eric 

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