Core

When you write, dont think- just write. Let your arms shiver and let your eyes close. Let it all out, and push it out. Don't write like you are digging a ditch, and first concentrating on getting the everpresent topsoil off.

Instead, start from the innermost depths. Get out what you feel from that very core that is so close to who you are, that you are often unaware of it. Push up from the bedrock.

You're not filling a ditch. You're releasing a landslide.


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and they sang songs
in order to bring them
to you, my lord
and i lifted my arms
to you, my lord
they looked upon me and said
'woe unto you to call...'
to you, my lord
'...him in such familiar fashion
know you not that he is
the absolute
the ruler
the king
the giver of life
the taker of death
and that you are not even as a speck
upon his celestial concience?'

and i kept my face staring
into the blinding depths
of your vaulted heavens
and i replied
'go back to your supplications
and bow your heads to your king'
yes, i said it to them
enraptured in your waiting, my lord
'i wait for no one and i bow to no one
and he knows the truth of all i do
for he is the knower
he is the lover
and in his infinite patience i shall find security
for he loves me in my naivete
which is, in truth my wisdom
and we know that it means nothing to bow
and it means nothing to plead
but, it means everything to love
we passed by the threshold of such formalities
when i was naught more than
a spec upon his celestial concience.'

and i wantonly held out my arms
to embrace you, my lord

I know this isnt very good... but i try. :-)