Like a blank canvas,
blank pages are 'art in waiting':
as this mind quiets, focuses,
it becomes receptive to impulses of the unexpressed
arising like bubbles into the conscious awareness.
Words appear,
representing semi-crystal thought structures
whose facets are magnetized at will,
adjusting their interconnectedness this way and that,
searching for the perfect utterance---
perfect in the sense of reflecting the trueness existing
in the depths of beingness.
With regular 'exercise',
this 'trueness' becomes 'living presence'.

Therefore, I am being guided to set aside
empty time,
and to practice empty mind.
Thus do I find,
like a diamond hunter,
the many-jeweled teachings,
hidden in plain view
in the midst of everyday life.