Equal To The Page

Equal to the page:

to match myself as equal to the page, and by this it means that I don’t have to write anything at all, that I am just as complete without leaving a single thought recorded, and more so that I serve as capacity for words to grace me with their presence, really, no different than a page. So each morning I simply wait for words to find me, no rush in my approach to writing. I am content to sit and listen to the sounds of the world awakening, everything hushed in softness, as if not quite ready for the harsher noise of day. I’ve grown to love this silence space that exist just before first words appear, listening to the absence of sound as clearly as the early morning notes that will soon part through, a seamless hearing of the world.

and with this…I am equal to the page in every meaningful way.

by this I mean capacity, emptiness by basic nature, yet always allowing for the world to manifest completely through me, or perhaps more apt to say that I am the manifestation of the world. It’s easily seen on any page, existing first as emptiness but also a serving space for any story to be told, a willingness to hold and share every writer’s deepest possible expression. Each morning I match myself again as equal to the page, just as empty, having my own willingness to hold every word as dear, sacred in the grace of its appearance. And that’s capacity…