Poetry – Honed


Honed to a point,


So that all else flees

And nothing is more important

That to capture the elusive flow

And ride the wave.

For when the mind is in tune

The harmony of creation

Is sweet satisfaction.



Writing is my Zen. To meld with the oneness of the moment and melt into the moment where the words flow through the mind, a train of ideas that chase each other so that I rush to keep up.

When into the moment everything comes together and the mind sings. Perfection is the glow of being lost as the world has slipped away.

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