Cut through to what happens when you listen.
Cut through to making it happen, listening for it, failing, then doing it anyway.
Cut through to the core of it, where no one is looking, below the surface, below even there.
Cut down, past where you went before, what worked before, the path you know.
Cut new paths, words, ways of being in the silence, of enduring it.
The words to say all this.
Even if no one is listening.
Perhaps only then.
Sit with it, stay with it, ‘be prepared to bleed’.
Someone sang that, you heard it, now hear it.
Expect to wait, expect to wait, expect to hate it.
This will be the sign: not much outer sign of enjoyment (much less applause), your hand moving quickly as if obeying a trained force you do not recognize. Not so much
a decision of the will
as the thing happening of its own accord
without you there
without your interference
without your knowledge
This is good.
This we can work with.
Begin now. Again.
Don’t wait. Don’t ‘decide’.
You already know what to do.
There is no time like the present.
The timing of this is perfect for me. A similar commitment was made through me in my writing practice this morning. Your poem is a confirmation, an echo, a friend. Deepest thanks. Rionach
Thank you once again for your kind encouragement Rionach. It’s great to know this has resonated with someone.
As ever with thanks
Yes – it’s being able to let go and go down I think. On the way – for some reason an image of Alice falling and falling, marmalade and other distractions occurs to me – it’s so easy to be distracted. It’s sitting until it hurts I guess. Penny Shuttle sent me a little Christmas embroidary of a cupcake that said – laugh often sit long. It seems to sum it up. How to be human but also to go inside and down. Thanks for your appropriate words.
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Thank you so much for your kind encouragement. So wise. As ever with good wishes, Anthony
The less I think, the more I write. Love this, thanks.
Great inspiration and very wise words!