Sometimes…I don’t have anything important to say;
But me? I like to play around with words anyway…
And I’m wondering…
Can I pull something from this still sea of tranquility?
Without inspiration must I abandon my word ability?
Yes, I’m pondering…
On the meaning of what I do as I search for a reason…
To share my words with you in and out of my season;
Am I really floundering?
In a sea of useless thoughts they call a writer’s block?
Or if I without thought write will my purpose unlock?
Am I time squandering?
Will truth emerge from these floating random words?
If I hammer long enough will inspiration flock as birds?
My ideas meandering…
An epiphany spark, imagination lights in bright yellow!
My fractals of thought ordered, tasty like a lime Jell-O!
I do love to go wandering…
I enjoy spelunking the unknown labyrinth of my mind!
Journey into my inner mystery; Truth is my joy to find!
Might of inspiration roaring!
Flowing words of true beauty, Truth is key, words unlock…
Spirit’s purpose over-rides emptiness of my writer’s block.