What is writing?
Can we write one word at a time without ‘thinking’ them?
Just let each word flow out of us like water over the edge of a cliff.
Each word transforming to reality in the moment.
Crossing over the threshold.
Is there any reason we need to filter it, censor it?
What if all the words that came were pure divinity?
There is nothing else, so they must be…
Who are we to think that we know best?
Who are we to think we can control them?
We are not the ones thinking our thoughts, from these tiny little minds.
Yet at the same time, we are.
The bigger, more expansive, infinite us is continually creating.
Words, ideas, thoughts.
And it is up to us to bring them to life through action.
Writing, drawing, creating.