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.