On Writing

                                                            

Writing is a connection

Between idea and expression

You look for the Idea Godot;

The elusive elf

And hide and seek it goes.

                                            Half clad, it sometimes comes,

Sometimes half revealed,

Sometimes presents the full-blown Idea

Seeking self- expression.

When the Godot does not show up

You go after it, Godot yourself.

Day in and day out

In hot pursuit

You look inward,

You look outward,

You look point blank

Only to go blank.

You bleed your heart out;

At the Idea’s altar,

You die a thousand deaths.

But if luck is on your side

Resurrection lurks within sight

And from nowhere the Idea emerges,

The expression falling in place

All on its own, effortless, painless

As though an enlightenment.

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