I admire people who can sit down and write with a prodigious creativity. Seemingly out of thin air words flow with an effortless grace. Gradually, sculpted into an image that encompases so much more than the words choosen.
Some unseen hand guides the life giving impulses of the writer. Until at last, all that has been said leaves them spent, breathless at the creation which lays before them. Not for egotism, or ownership, but simple appreciation of that which was gifted through them, and allowed to breathe a life of it's own.
Footsteps of memory
tread lightly
upon the ground
of my being
leading
with effortless
and
endless
repetition
on the path
most travelled
The sunrise
of Satori
on the
light drenched
horizon
illuminates
all
revealing
Nothing
and
Everything
momentary glimpses
stolen
as the Infinite Moment
sinks beyond the horizon
and
I begin
once again
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