Freeform like freewriting
the blank page is my canvas
my pen, my body
an instrument of expression
My spirit soars as my body connects
to the music, to the lyrics
to the words of inspiration
I draw out and play out
There is freedom and softness.
Here, I can be fickle or full of praise.
I dare to lavishly adorn the page
and my space with beauty and charm
with joy and creativity
I embody this place, this space
It is mine for the taking
And I bow in gratitude
a mindful prayer of spirit
freeform and tangible
for all to see
Tag: page
Each generation
Each generation faces its own
struggle and strife.
We demand answers to our questions.
We search for firm footing.
The answers are not so clearcut
bold and obvious – though sometimes they are.
Simple solutions seem almost laughable.
The riddle rattles around in our head.
It tumbles and rolls quiet
like a desert weed across a vast landscape
or loud
like coins in a canister
we shake up and down
or a magic ball that should solve all!
Conclusive, personal it is not.
And what of the scholar who writes and reads
scouring pages upon pages
fixed wood in their hands.
The letters fall off the page.
Can I pluck them off one by one
and make sense of the chatter?
The noise that rattles.
It morphs from chatter to laughter,
sob and sigh.
A tooth-saw grin etched into wood.
A permanent mark of what I once understood.
The blank page is my refuge (part 2)
The blank canvas The blank page The clutter-free desk The cleared-off cooking space. The beginning of something not yet created. The infinite potential The spark of creativity or action. To create something And fill up that space with something new That never existed. And that’s why I return again and again to the page: To a clean space, To make/create something. It is the meaning of life. If we are all creative, It’s the perfect medium to create. I can set the tone of my day, Which sets the tone of my Creative, connected life. On full moons, I always have vivid dreams And creative insight. I capture it here. The page holds all of my fears And creative dreams. It makes my creativity a reality. It is a give and take. A creative relationship That I take action toward And life works. It works for me. I feel light And in a mastery of my life.
My Writing Manifesto
The blank page is my canvas. Each day is a new opportunity To show up for myself And be inspired As my words flow onto the page. It is creativity manifested As intangible thoughts and ideas Are alchemized Into tangible words I can see Taking shape onto the page From my own hand. To be shared or not The choice is always mine.
Healing Insights 