So many blank books lie in my hands,
unfinished manuscripts broken by time,
yet unwritten, and barely just begun,
or in need of a new beginning once again,
or a final ending, if there is ever an ending.
Disappearing words with forgotten notes,
sliding off pages, with chapters hidden,
no where to go, with this or that…
just the in-between space of silence.
Half forgotten blank entries
inside a journal,
holding too many secrets,
that spill over into next chapters
that even I am yet to discover.
There lies an opening…
a chapter half written,
with barely discovered voice
crying out with passion
inside the distance,
somewhere between voice
It is always there,
the great silence,
firmly grounded in memories,
and in presence, in this moment,
slipping through conscious mind,
into the unconscious,
and back again.
Here and now.
Always and forever.
Constantly changing form, forever changing,
always seeking new beginnings
along side final endings.
The Yin and the Yang.
The circumference of their universe.
Always moving forward with every current,
Energy always flowing,
moving us all towards
next steps of evolution.
Our unwritten manuscripts make no difference,
it is only in the energy of now,
and in the gifts we share each day
that make a difference. Be here now.