Of Every Inspiration

Of every inspiration:

I don’t mind waiting for words, not any longer, although at one point it was a source of anxiety for me, facing an empty page without a ready theme, the fear of sitting before the keyboards without a sure sense of inspiration — wanting so badly to write, anything, and yet no words seem freely given, feeling labored and forced to reach the page. Now, I’ll simply sit in silence, not exactly waiting, it feels too rich to be described that way, so full of promise and potentiality, that right here, this quiet, spacious moment, is the very source of every inspiration.

and it’s been here all along.

as words arrive, I write, in their absence I enjoy the silence.

this puts an end to any anxiety, no more fear of writer’s block — as if anything could stop a words arrival, or block the ever present flow of inspiration. Creativity is always here, it’s at work right now forming thoughts and causing our bodies to respond. The universe itself is being created at this exact moment, expanding in continuation from its original source, bringing time and space to the needs of its existence. At one point, there was absolutely nothing, simply a void, a primordial promise of every inspiration. This is where I write from, where an artist’s will create their work, and even the most mundane task is part of something larger, a process…