Short Reads

The art of writing- the act of expression

The words coil in your mind; they billow and blossom and meander.

Ideas suggest themselves; they show themselves as reflection in the wet pools of your thoughts.

You absorb their indication as you concentrate, you look in the direction they lead your minds eye, and you start to wonder at their echoes and their strains of half recognised voices.

You write.

You follow the head paths, you wander the lines etched into your dream-scape and traverse the ideas which float like bubbles, shimmering in your subconscious.

You create.

You build a world of imaginings and impressions- abstract shimmering form perpetuates and evolves, morphs and slowly grows, racing in new directions, flying and soaring in new and more exhilarating heights- your focus swoops and soars, shooting to the depths of the heavens to find the words which work.

You sink absorbed into the process of expression; taking the waves which lap on the shores inside of you and creating tempests- walls of water and release- purifying practises of making words work for your inner senses.

Your fingers vibrate with purpose.

Your blood boils.

Writing, is pure expression. It is a release for the deepest part of you, the part which doesn’t deal in reason but only sails beneath the winds of sensation, the winds of deep, ferocious, seismic forces.

The part of you which snarls, the part of you which bites and licks at the wounds which living leaves.

The part of you which has to turn those scars to sentences; regurgitate everything and hurl it back up in true form; hurl it back up in the words which make sense to you.

Words which you have chosen, sentences you have selected.

You write. You create. You express.

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10 thoughts on “The art of writing- the act of expression

  1. “It is a release for the deepest part of you, the part which doesn’t deal in reason but only sails beneath the winds of sensation, the winds of deep, ferocious, seismic forces.”

    Which are the very same forces you spoke of in yesterday’s post, aren’t they?

    Per Spiritum Sanctum Reviviscimus!

    Everything that is creative, communicative, expressive, is that which heals. The knife edge is as sharp, the balance is easier.

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    1. Yes.. very much so. Those deep forces, and deep winds which have the power to buffet us with such force can blow in many different directions. It is all about catching yourself when they’re blowing in such a way which allows you to express yourself fully! That is when the good stuff happens.. on the bad days, well- a comfty duvet and ice cream always makes most sense to me..

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      1. Or a comfy and mindful Ru???

        What you are describing is what I term ‘the comfort zone’, and is at its most powerful in the bedroom… a place where we just happen to go to sleep. The spirit is all about awakening, but we cannot handle it all the time, and thus we have a comfort zone, because we have to grow into it. As it were.

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