Who is writing this?
a poem
Words can never quite do justice to the truth of experience. They seem to be inching ever closer to that thing we cannot see. Yet, can’t we? Is it not manifest in everything? These words appearing out of thin air! Seemingly As a matter of, well, not fact, but experience, certainly. How interesting. I like to test the theory. To do so requires an effort all its own. Not efforting. Opening to what eyes can’t see. Until… Here It is! Sensation drips red ink through pen without mind mediating In moments of paradox Truth shines through Mystery Who is writing this?
I resonate strongly with what's written here, Faye. I heard myself say (see? it happens with verbal utterances as well), "Damn straight!" after I read the first stanza/sentence.
I love how you play with paradox, seeing and unseeing...
"Sensation drips
red ink through pen
without mind mediating"
Fantastically written!
Have you heard of Matt Cardin? His work goes pretty deep into this mysterious source of our words. (And indeed, of everything we do, of everything there is...but there's something about writing that highlights a particular aspect of this strange and incredible darkness from where all things seem to spring forth miraculously.) Matt is quite an eloquent conduit himself. Here's a great piece of his I just read: https://www.livingdark.net/p/writers-embrace-the-unknown