Ready To Write

I’m ready to write, coffee at hand, first sip always too hot for anything other than a brief moment at my lips, but it’s a ritual now, almost like a salute to the blank screen before me and the words that have yet to be written. Some mornings there’s an agenda, a topic to write of that’s been tugging at my mind, science lately, cosmology, and how it all ties together through a theme of consciousness, shared, ours. Originally this morning I had set out to write of the universe at first creation and how everything that was then is still available now, that the basic elements of the universe don’t vanish over the course of time, but simply recede as the universe continues its expansion.

it’s a worthy theme to write of.

instead other words come to me, the opening phrase of this pieces arrives and urges me towards another direction, unknown just yet, and I’m willing to follow the urge to its completion. Whatever it might prove to be. That’s the fun thing about writing, for me it’s all mystery until the exact word arrives, the theme is almost always winding and never truly revealed until written.

I’m ready to write, it’s just after my morning meditation, almost an hour that lead towards an ever increasing stillness, crowded thoughts dispersed, spaciousness more prevalent as the mantra hums quieter, softer, until resting in an always present field of silence. I love…