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What do you do with nothing?

Start with blank, and begin.

The clock ticks, time is moving. 

Measurable productivity is seen on the page.

Immeasurable productivity is only perceived inside.

Pictures, words, songs, play through the mind.

What to take, what to discard,

What is plagiarized? What is inspired? What is original?

What do you do with a lot of things?

Endless information. 

What is information without ideas?

Memorization may only keep ideas at bay,

While study breeds belief.

Knowing and believing, How do I move from one to the other?

What is more valued? What is accepted and what is encouraged?

What do I live from? Revelation, or knowledge?

Is there a difference?

Blank page.

Scribbles and words. Am I close to what I wanted?

What have I set out to do? What have I discovered?

Inside, the images, ideas, melodies, are dancing.

All seem to articulate better behind the physical,

before the words seek to describe.

Words escape to paint pictures of color with shades of grey.

What do I believe? What do others believe I believe?

What does it matter?

What is more, to believe and change the heart,

or to know and give information?

Blank.

Static.

Full.

Change.

If my heart remains untouched, I don’t want it.

If it moves I desire that it moves greatly.

I will take mistakes over unwillingness to dirty the page.