To Write

To write
To let the words just fall out onto canvas
Or with words to try to say important things
Or warn some readers of some things
Or touch some people with the sounds
They recognize from their own heartstrings
Writing
Righting wrongward courses with the right words
Winds of your own inner-compass
Blowing onto sea-bound vessels
Crossing into vast unknown horizons
Seeking out the truest course
Through these vast oceans of our shared experience,
This Life,
This Mystery,
This Blinded Journey into unforeseen trajectories
We tell each other stories
To relate to one another’s woes
To catch the stone another throws
Before it shatters others’ windows
We describe
The inner Battles
We decide to fight
For reasons
Rarely understood
By even us, ourselves
And we relate
The inner rhythm
Of our heart’s own verse
The play we stage, there’s not a way
To write, rehearse
It’s all improvisation
Yet
The words we choose
In quiet, inner moments
To lay down, to use
To tell whoever listens, reads
To copy, publish, send or text
Can sometimes be umbilical
Connecting us to larger
Mother,
Earth,
Existence,
Soul,
The More
That Words cannot express. –ZL 4.26.09