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Still Water
With pen in hand
I still my zealously controlling mind
and let come what will.
What stillborn thought arises?
What notion moves my pen?
I still direct my thoughts,
even though committed to stillness,
and my fingers nod up and down
in response to my reflections
because, when all is said and done,
the task remains the same:
Give silent voice to mind's musings,
no matter how lame,
in the name of writing,
which, as we know,
begets writing.
We must remember that,
in writing as in life and love,
we have to kiss a lot of frogs
before we find the prince.
I'll change the tone here:
We get to kiss a lot of frogs
before, etc.
I will set myself the task of
loving the frogs I kiss—
each one different,
each kiss rich with learning.
Today's message: don't judge the frog.
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