Ramblings Of An Elder Writer
Inviting The Muse
Where to set the balance, neither too shallow nor too deep; like fishing somehow.
Shallow is easy,somewhat less than too deep is not, if I could even write something approaching too deep.
Religion, politics, philosophy (that's a good one), an overview of life perhaps?
Concern for humanity is worthwhile, but no bemoaning; that's too shallow, like fakirs that are hired to wail, then go home to supper.
The meaning of what is true? That was too deep once for me to even pretend at resolving.
The art of the possible? Possibles for the better, or possibles for worse; does it make any difference? Somehow I think not, for soon enough we will have them both.
Are there good times in my lifetime worth grieving about once lost? Remember grandmother said that there's "no use crying over spilt milk, there's enough water in it already."
Move on, ramble on, and soon enough the muse will strike and perhaps this time the thought crying for expression will burst forth and shed its little light on a rambling world of the cunning, and of the bleating sheep longing for their shepherd.
Courage now, enough to write badly.
Scratches to a blank paper....
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