practice:

by m lewis redford

 

 

 

                           learning to accept
                      that the flights of thought and fancy
                           are not the self
                           are not myself
                      and are not the self I would like not to be
                           either
                      and in so doing I melt wide
                      into the still nature that I ever was
                           anyway

                      is there a parallel of attitude
                           of practice:
                      that the flow of thought and fancy
                           is not the writing
                      nor is the block not the writing
                      but that they both are
                           the poles
                      between which the right words create a field
                           in the end?

 

 

 

part of >>> writing and being
practice wormhole: no more
thinking wormhole: relationship

 

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