Write about what is in your heart each day, write about what you love and what you fear in your humanity. Write about the colours that you see and the rhythms that you feel. Write the words that come out of your mouth when you feel most alive. Write about the unspeakable beauty of the river with the flaming autumn leaves speckled like a pointillist in the branches and on the ground.
Write about your little dog and how her yearning to be held mirrors your own. Write about the cries of love from your soul and from your soul family. Write about the flame of courage that burns through your resistance to open to let the love in, to feel yourself in being felt. To be vulnerable and soft and wrong, but infinitely lovable and pure perfection.
Write the song of Pegasus as he gazes on the scene, tears of joy strike a spring in your heart and it gushes forth.
Write about the sweet beauty of grief and the fragile transparency of your cocoon, write about the delicate, fine moment between now and then, the veil between here and everywhere, how they are two sides of the same page.
Is there more juice at my fingertips, are the electrons firing and the whirligigs whirling? Are the hammer and tongs sparking on high? A constant stream, a river, a flow.
All wisdom is here, all words are prepared, all feelings are known and all stories are told.
Crack open your inner world like a pomegranate, let the ruby seeds tumble in glistening cascades into the hands and mouths and hearts of all who seek refreshment and the simple sweetness of living.