To the writers, the dreamers, the visionaries. To the doer, the lover, the quaint.
To the master, the guru, the teacher. To the scholar, the student, the saint.
If there were a favor I might ask of you, a gift you might give in your life:
Write until everything left to be said, has been spoken.
Write until everything left to be penned has been written.
Breathe until every breath has been expelled,
Until all there is left to do is inspire.
Write until all inspiration ceases,
until you’ve absorbed all you can
Write, until the words are still.
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Editor: Cat Beekmans
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