Why Write? (a poem)
I write to heal.
I write to grow.
I write to feel.
I write to know.
I write because
It seems I must.
I write to participate
And practice trust.
I write to discover
To blow off the dust
I write, I write.
I must, I must.
I write to discover
My purist self.
That being below
On that cold, dark shelf.
So what transpires
when I don't heed the call?
I trip, become numb,
And I frequently fall.
I miss the magic.
I miss the next steps.
Myself and others
miss the gifts of the depths.
Awake O' Sleeper
To all you're meant to be.
Awake O' Sleeper
See all the things to see.
I write to be me.
I write to be free.
A mystery
To be and see.
Awake O' Sleeper
Deeply rooted like a tree.
Awake O' Sleeper
To all you're meant to be.
I write to give
What's humble and unique.
I write to share
With all who may seek.
Writing invites
To unknown places.
It makes new
Those familiar faces.
Writing takes me to
Unbridled spaces.
The me I knew
Only visible in traces.
Writing is in my
DNA.
Too many ancestors
Wished it away.
I write at times
To take a stand.
Praying at others
To understand.
I write today
Not knowing the sum.
I write and hope for
Glimpses of sun/Son.
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What must you do?
What is yours to give?
What is yours to receive?
What creative thing is rising up in you?
May you always see the blessing.
-esb