White empty page, blank but for promise
A pen that is poised, summoning words to flow from it

Who knows where they’re born, from which well they spring
How they bleed from the ink
Revealing what’s within

Illuminating emotions that are buried inside
Thoughts and feelings that otherwise hide
Eluding articulation
In a confusing swirl
Before finding their form, in the sensate world

Revealing in script the recesses of the soul
Hidden meaning and wisdom, from life
To make us whole

A precious gift, this tool to unearth
The mystery of self

A blessing beyond words

Soundtrack:
Metamorphosis 1 – Philip Glass