No matter what your weakness or your strength,
There is not one alive we count outside.
May deeper joy for all now come at length.
--Sutta Nopata
Found in Singing The Living Tradition
, available on amazon.comWherever you hale from, I hope my words don't push anyone away. I only seek to use this space to show how I see the world, not to preach of it; to show what my mind interprets the world and the creations of its inhabitants to mean, not that these are the only answers.
I try to reach out and touch people, not with my hands, but with my heart to their own. This is why I write, the poetry and verse that often comes so easily to me. I want to touch everybody, let them know they are worthy of these words that I feel welling up inside me, and if I must, I'll write a poem for everyone. I know I'm just getting started.
I, just last night, picked up a book that I haven't read in so long, Prentice Alvin
by Orson Scott Card, and it speaks of a time when children were apprenticed to a professional to learn their life's work. I feel I'm doing much the same, but instead of having an expert teach me how to write and capture emotions and meanings on the page, the world is teaching me; instead of learning how to light a fire by someone who knows how to cook, I'm learning from the tutelage of a volcano or a brush fire.No learning is easy, especially when the practice being learned is never perfected, ever evolving, growing, reaching out to more and more people. Writing as I seek to is something only my audience can truly teach me, and I hope you all are willing to help me on this road until I am ready for my journeyman piece.
