I am glad I am a writer.
Dear One, my writing says to me, the words you write want to come to you. In them I am your own life flowing up and outward to bring you awareness of the joy you possess. I come from you. I do not come to be misunderstood by a closed mind, I am a simple act, a humble gesture, the loving breath of aliveness. I come to you in a gentle way. I can be received by you only in your own gentle way.
I speak to no one but you. I am not anyone else’s language. I am your personal presence of eternity on earth.The only gift you and I make is the gift of peace that words without strife offer. A tightness can be released.
Only one thing is true. Only one: simplicity flowers a garden. I bring you deep truth in simple words that you allow. That you welcome. I am proud to be your language and to bring the feelings that you receive with such an open heart. Ours is a precious friendship. And a necessary one, for meaning is everything.