You must be brave to walk
the beach alone. After all, you are only human. You may be simply looking for
heart-shaped rocks or orange jungle shells, when in a blink, three giants –
air, water, and earth – might converge upon to form fire. Fired, inspired,
sea-inspired, your heart speaks a language only you can hear.
Suddenly, your problem is
solved, your path is clear, you have a wonderful idea! Lighter now, happier,
your pace quickens as you turn home. The footprints you made only minutes ago
are now part of the infinite sea. A new you makes new prints in the sand, new
marks upon the planet, dinosaur size next to the bird – the seagulls, terns and
plovers.
The beach is never the
same beach twice. Blink and it changes. Blink and you are changed.
“Tis the good reader that
makes the good book;
In every book he finds
passages which seem confidences or asides,
Hidden from all else and
unmistakably meant for his ear..”
“Everything white page
looked like a garden,
In which anything might
grow;
I sat down at the table
with the pen and ink,
I spend out the clean,
white pages;
Then and there, I began to
tell my story..”
“I wish to write such
rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrawise the wildest freedom..”
TO ME, READING AND WRITING
ARE INSEPERABLY CONNECTED
A
day will come when
The
story inside you
Will
want to breath
On
its own.
That’s
when you’ll start writing..
Love,
Yhang/cabreraflorina.blogspot.com/ios.florinac@gmail.com
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