The writing comes from beyond.  The thoughts worth catching come when you are occupied with a task.  You have to drill past personally concerning things, ego, selfish emotions, things that cloud the mind.  Gets harder as you get older.  Concerns become greater, stronger, omnipresent.  Buying the mental space is more difficult.



Being born is a miracle.


Much of writing is exploring a personality, personal experience.  But later you realize, since the writing is beyond, as far as any craft, happenstance, luck out of a dull effort to show up, that the larger portion comes from somewhere outside of you.

And this realization serves to propel you back to the deeper reality.  That it comes from The Father.

This is why one takes up monkish tasks, little duties that occupy the mind through engaging it in physical work and attentiveness.

No real artist should be so keen on the nature of the creature as it perceives itself to have a personality, or that the sensations it receives through the senses amount to more than a reminder of something beyond.

Let your work abide by the duties of the one who sent you...