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Creating your way to genesis.


Hi, this article was inspired by the three principles method of Sidney Banks.

It just happened with no need of correction which is a rare occurrence in my writing experience.

I hope you enjoy it and will inspire you further.

 

Hi, welcome to the realm of no-thought.
You have finally found that quiet spot in the vastness of time.
You have slowed down your breathing to your heartbeat.
Exhaling emotions attached to a floating or frantic parade of noisy images.
Emptying mind-clutter, peeling off remnants of ancient wallpaper sticking faithfully to walls of generations and habits.
Finally letting go and giving into new design.
To the idea of nothing. Of everything.
Opening up to the awareness of what IS.
Listening to the sounds of silence.
Peeping through the keyhole of eternity.
Remembering that time stands still, every time you allow it.
Slicing through the race of man-made impatience and frustrations.
Allowing yourself to let life BE YOU. BE NOW. FEEL NOW.
Notice what sustains you.
Experience your body’s imprint on your mattress, chair or floor.
Sense all that surrounds you, all that contributes to your comfort and wellbeing. Perceiving the oneness with all elements. Celebrate its quiet yet sustainable presence.
Allow yourself that time of blissful emptiness.
Breathe it.
Mark it.
Into your mind and consciousness.
Etch it into your soul. Design it unto every square inch of your body. Sketch it into a habit.
Offering yourself the possibility of heaven RIGHT NOW.
Creating the notes of YOUR life.
Chanting the mantra of YOUR reality and allowing others to follow theirs.
Breathe it, welcome it and enter the strange yet familiar domain of unoccupied mind.

Carving your way back to Genesis.

©SummerGreenwoods2019

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The writer 1989- Adjusted January 2013


writer's block

writer’s block

The writer
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Indelible hole
Irreplaceable void
Lassitude and
Despair.

Impossible
To share
He monologues
Relentlessly

The same
Refrain
Gripping
This trough

The void
Resented.
He shouts
And screams

Silently.
Appealing
Petitioning
For a truce

Reconciliation
To his page
The ink
Ingested

Words devoured
Ingurgitated
By the secrecy
Taciturnity

Of his folio
Yet faithful
As a blotter
Absorbing

His pain
Tears
Anguish
Inhabiting his

Restlessness.
Wanting
To notice
Dewdrops

Snowflakes
Perfume of
A flower tree.
Rainbows

The miracle
Of crepuscule
Intact
Brightness

Of a first
Layer of snow
Thaumaturgy
Of aurora

Smile of
A passer-by
Simple
And grand

Big and small
Opposite yet
Complementary
The Sui generis

Marvel
Of our planet
For one hour
Or more

To find relief
In his new
Felicity.
His thoughts

Bouncing off
The walls
Hurling this
Delicacy

This tribute
To life.
Back with
Ferocity.

Stunning him
For a fraction
Then taking
His page

Renew
The treatise
In a last attempt
To capture

The truth
Of his life
The one he can
Put on his

Faithful page.