Brain whirs, click clicking like clockwork turned crazy.
Fingers find passages in the words whirling round and round and round, crafting thoughts into things that make sense, albeit only to the head that tipped them out, they fear.
Restless, the body breathes deeply. It feels like this is forever, for always and eternity. The body always only knows Now.
Meanwhile the Mind wrestles with itself, like untamed horse and whispering-rider both, the Mind both knows what must be done and longs to wander free.
The art of essay writing involves every part of the Self, even the distant dove, immanent and divine, watches patiently, singing; this too will pass... and the mind and body calm, lulled by the song of spirit, this is now, and there will be another now, and another. Lets live this now, craft this piece, and pass on, beyond, from moment to delicious moment, each a foundation for the next.
Do this now, the mind promises, and we shall be free later.
No, says Spirit softly from the stars, we are free now.
2 comments:
You're so good in writing.
Which I'm so poor in it.
Thank you Lay Hoon! I have not read your writings so I cannot comment...
You do make the most beautiful images though :) I love to look at your pages!
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