LESSON ONE: GOING BEYOND
The first prerequisite for writing is
A taste for solitude, a loneliness
Not lonesome, but replete with images
That fantasy supplies and Muses bless.
For if your hours are filled with busyness
And you’ve no inclination to sit still
Pondering like a person playing chess
Or someone calmly fishing by the mill,
Then words won’t come, like salmon, to your hook;
Ideas won’t infiltrate that vacancy,
Notions to fill a poem or a book,
The gifts of sedentary ecstasy.
This sitting by the board or by the pond
Transports you to a higher realm Beyond.