Thoughts, processes. Delivered, undelivered. Realized, unrealized. Gained, lost. Beginnings, ends. Worlds at your fingertips. Lifetimes through the ink.
Transference from your consciousness through to your mind, spread forth from your fingers. What a beautiful dance. Pure poetry.
Your poetry. This poetry has no rules, no page boundaries. There are no rhymes to adhere to. It is your rhythm to follow. You are the pied piper, the pen your flute. High notes, low notes and everything in between, let it come.
Write, just write. No judgement, no second guessing, you can do that later. Insights and revelations revealed alter lives. Allow for those connections to be seen, introduced into action.
Do not be afraid to dream your little dream. Embrace it, nurture it, feed it. Give this dream strong arms, strong legs, a sturdy core to build upon. One letter, one word. One phrase, one sentence. One paragraph, one page at a time. Pen to paper. Pen to paper. Pen to paper.
Channeled message from Annelies Marie “Anne” Frank. Anne kept a diary of her life in hiding from 1942 to 1944 in Amsterdam. Her father Otto was the only Frank family member to survive the Holocaust. When he returned to Amsterdam after World War ll he found Anne’s diary. Anne always wanted to be an author and her father honored her by publishing her diary in 1947. The Diary of a Young Girl has been published and translated into over 70 languages.