Writing
Pens become lovers.
All flowing differently.
Moving uniquely because of their size and shape.
I have many pens that playfully entertain and engage me.
Each a perfect pairing for my deep, sensual, expressions
Dancing me into the minds and hearts of readers.
My intention, purpose and passion in writing
is to evoke and awaken the heart.
Our heart.
The one heart interconnecting us all.
That’s how I write, from my heart.
That is what informs me
no matter what I am expressing.
My intention as the words flow
is connecting
with and through
the reader’s heart,
making up the collective heart.
The one heart we feel
as the spirit of humanity.
Being a writer for me,
means that I get to hear
the music
of my own life.
My pen is also like a maestro’s baton.
As I glide my pen
across the silky smooth paper
I fall into the glorious rabbit-hole
of wonderment.
It is beautiful here,
no matter what is being felt or written.
Beauty is portrayed even in the painful writings.
Seeing the beauty in the dark and light of a shadow-filled forest,
is what balances it all out.
When you get to see and experience all
in the balanced place of beauty.
Writing, for me,
is playing my own music
and hearing, receiving and feeling it,
coming and going
in a rhythm so familiar to my soul.
It’s as if my infinite soul journey
is being played back to me
in the sounds of words,
like music
reminding me,
you are not from here.
You are the future
recognizing itself
in this now moment.
Writing is a treasure hunt.
Finding the jewels,
the most perfect,
precious,
gems of words
to sparkle a sentence,
reflecting my feelings back to me
as I write.
Sentences are portals
that are like looking up at a star-studded sky
and all the stars are beaming me up into their light,
illuminating my magic-filled world of words.
A universe I fly through
spreading, sprinkling, weaving heartlight,
through miles of imagination and unbounded oneness.
After all,
all creativity comes from the same Source.
I would like to think I am connecting the dots through words.
Words are my music.
My aria.
My song.
My symphony.
And I know I am a single unique note.
A tone,
distinguishable,
once you hear it
reflected in all of my writings.
Those with great discernment
will read the writing
and hear their own tone
calling them through the music of words.
It will be a whisper,
or a repetitive ping,
or the boom of a single drum beat.
All saying the same thing,
like an alarm clock
toning you into your day.
The same message is embedded in my words,
Wake up! Wake up!
Your time to awaken is now.
The world is waiting for your music.
Your unique tone.
Anya Sophia Mann, November 2021.