Why I Write

Somewhere from within the silence of inner-calm an alchemical creative process is revealed

Like a sculptor chipping away at an idea until it says exactly what he feels

The blank page, like the slab of marble, invites, beckons, one to discover

The hidden form within the emptiness

The undiluted potential that asks to be succinctly articulated

A complex concept, thought or feeling communicated

And, as you chip away, something lovely emerges, a prize of hindsight unfolds

A hidden pearl of wisdom is unveiled, some little nugget of truth uncovered

A gift from the golden conduit of the muse

And the alchemical cosmic mystery

Both an honour and a blessing