A book spine poem.
This I know:
the true secret of writing,
writing true, writing from life, writing a life —
start where you are.
There is nothing wrong with you.
Sit down and shut up.
Writing down your soul,
write your heart out.
Writing begins with the breath,
the sound of paper.
You are here,
awake in the world,
daring greatly —
Now write!
Just one thing, beautiful you.
A blank page, the moment between breaths, white noise, the still dark of early morning, the sky resting between day and night at dawn and dusk, my feet in the sand and eyes on the water and ears full of the sound of the ocean, the moment just after a dog sigh, a pause, a gap, the riot of bees in my garden before the sun gets too hot, shavasana, resting in the middle of a good story, the moment right after laughing, a long walk, the moment after hiking up and up and up when you finally reach the highest point, a heron flying the length of the river, the moment they stopped breathing, stopped suffering.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 