for me (waiting)

and I find myself
drawn
to contemplation

expressed
through the ink
released to flow
by a pen

black
onto white
paper

what do I
know

I don’t know

what
do I think

I’m not sure

but my hand
my fingers
grasp

in practiced movements
make a mark

I watch the thought
uncurl

straighten out
in letter
by letter

watch it grow
and follow

skulking
one step behind

to see
where it might wander

then suddenly
I
am aware of it
as though
I have always been
aware

pen down

pen down
and mind at ease

a new page
clean
is waiting

a new thought
to pen
unknown

awaiting

wanting to be written
down

seeking an exploration
in a contemplative moment
by me

it is waiting
for me

~

4 thoughts on “for me (waiting)

    • Very much the way that it seems to work for me, Janet.

      I try to direct things so that a coherent end product results, but as much as possible avoid consciously directing the content.

      It is what it makes of itself, to some extent.

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      • There is a kind of rigourous training required to let the thought form itself, while having faith that it will lead to something worth the trouble of recording. The end product of yours is learning to just listen, it seems, sometimes.

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