Let the words flow onto the paper So that you can feel the scratch. Feel the texture of the paper Underneath your writing hand. Feel the flow of black graphite As it runs off the tip of your pencil Creating the next letter In the word In the sentence In the paragraph Of the chapter Of your next book! The whole experience being guided From somewhere else. Written in a space of timelessness. Written in a space that is yours alone. Written in a space of pure potential! Black on white. Written as if you are in the story Guided b characters that are performing In front of you - true to form. Written as an observer of human frailty Woven into a storyline that is not yet Completely obvious - even to you! You are but a hollow bone. A reed vibrating to the dance of time. A pool of water reflecting what is true. A breath of wind blowing on our faces. A timeless channel of pure consciousness. Just observing what's obvious. Come! Join me in my land of plenty! Let the flowers bloom; Let the birds sing; Let the music play; Let the rich tapestry of colours Be woven into our future!