A graceful white page rests in stillness, longing for a flowing streak of ink to end its solitude. Like fertile soil it longs to nourish life, it longs to host meaning.

 

Then suddenly a whirl of inspiration possesses a pen that scratches and scribbles with enthusiasm, spreading ink and ideas, carving shapes and stories, transforming ether into eloquence. Sprouts of significance bring life to the page, that welcomes its new friends.

 

Most authors seem to think that it is they that direct the pen’s dance of literary creation. But, do inspired writers use creative words to express themselves… or do inspired words use creative writers to express themselves?

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I write as a spiritual practice - to receive messages from these inspired words. I have realized that these messages are also for you!