WRITING

And So I Write…

THE MANY WAYS OF MY WHY

And so I write… When the world sleeps whether actually or in my mind where only quiet exists so that I can finally hear the sound of the knock of the ones who deliver the words from worlds I only know when I am still.

And so I write… To free the voices that scream inside to be set free to exist, to be heard, to be seen, to flow like rivers from my pen.

And so I write… To create the sky to feel the rain to taste the ground as it drinks to grow down into the earth, rooted and branching beyond all that I once knew.

And so I write… To heal to see to hear to feel to be more of you and less of me to know to learn to live to show to earn my place amongst the stars.

And so I write… To see what happens when I put one word after the other, how they begin to have meaning, to develop form, how power grows from amidst their ranks, how they create a voice and become my own, sounds and meaning and purpose I never knew I had.

And so I write… To explore galaxies and planets and dimensions I can only imagine. To ignite the wonder of my mind as if it were fresh and new, the way it was when I was a child. To see and know and understand the world with soft eyes and an even softer heart. To speak in tones that heal and offer compassion. To hold, to touch, to feel, to be everything that only my words can teach me how to be.

And so I write… Sometimes it’s really rather easy to write rhyme I can do it without effort in every single line, sometimes it works out so formally and so fine, but I make the rules and I can also break them, such is my freedom. I liberate my soul with each new word.

And so I write… To escape to fly away to ignore the demands and rigors and requests of the day to hide to seek to find truth in moments between lines that just seem like play.

And so I write… To codify my meaning or to speak plainly it all depends on how the words show up, virtuously or vainly yet I do not judge for are they ever really mine to be owned because I hold the pen and hear them in the echo of the chambers of my mind and feel them in the beat deep within my heart?

And so I write… Because only my ink can bleed in the way that my emotions do darkening the parchment of the nothing that becomes my eternal everything — squiggles of meaning with powers beyond wonder magical manifestations to behold, to be held by, to be captivated, enchanted, enthralled, expressed, surrendered to.

And so I write… Because my real voice is often unheard loud but quiet and banging for notice in rooms of plenty ears equipped to receive my vocal intonations yet deaf to the ghost of my wants.

And so I write… To exist to be heard to be seen to love and be loved to live in harmony with sounds and vibrations that lift and provide life with no need for meaning just peace in being.

And so I write.

— agod