I've been thinking about my process of writing. Currently, my writing is sporatic, still dependent on inspiration or contemplation. But more and more as I pick up my journals or laptop or a scrap of paper to write, I find the words are there and they can be captured. I call this process "The Silk Journey".
The silk journey begins as with any other journey,
with a single step.
This step never ends and has no beginning.
This step exists as the silk journey.
It is always the same and it is always changing.
The Silk journey is always moving.
It is the dance of life.
There is only the dance.
As it waves and turns, it dips between time and space.
Each dip contains another taste of the ocean,
another view of the sky.
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