When I write, I don’t know anybody. No recognition whatsoever. I don’t even hear my own breathing. It is as if I’m enclosed in my own hermitage in the middle of nowhere. I’m actually lost in thought and I’m drowning, but still very much alive, very much awake. Stabs of thoughts find me from time to time, sending creative currents to my ten fingers as they hit the keyboard intent on making visible what’s on my mind. It’s only the computer and me. I’m in the zone.
It’s agonizing, most of the time, trying to find the right words to coat the ideas flowing like a river. But there I am relentlessly pounding the keys with nary a care in the world. It feels like I’m in a pre-trans existence, floating into nothingness, but still conscious of what’s happening and making sense of what I’m doing.
Writing is my passion and I’m still struggling to be a writer and poet of sort. I am being boosted by mentors who don’t even know me from Adam in the first place. Some are blog writers, others are book authors, and one happens to be a prominent political columnist back home now demised. In other words, I am trying to tutor myself and they keep me afloat with their able succour.
By the way, I get a kick out of reading blogs. Thanks to technology, we are now able to take a peek at journals or diaries that were once for the eyes of the writers only. Blog writers reveal the inner workings of their minds and hearts. Some even go to the extent of washing dirty linens in plain view of the readers. The blog is an outlet and I can understand people spilling the beans. But there are times when we have to apply the brakes, especially those sensitive ones that need to be confined only in private. But then it’s the risk they take anyway. I get to know them, warts and all. It’s fascinating really.
Reading is also the same as writing. I go into the flow, so to speak, when I am reading. There seems to be the same thread that binds together reading and writing. But the main activity flows differently. Meaning, in reading you are getting the idea, while in writing, you are providing the idea. Upstream, downstream, but it is the same river that we swim though. Same methodology, different purpose.
I think the flow is what makes writing a spiritual activity. When one is deep in prayer or in worship, your focus is intensely towards God not to anything else. You are centered, you are in still point. You are who you are. Your soul is dancing and your heart is prancing. Same with writing. The intensity is present. Sometimes when I write, I get misty-eyed.
The flow is the major reason why I am hooked into writing and reading, especially when it involves poetry. I have a passionate love affair with poetry since I was 7 years old and will last, hopefully, until my last breath.
When I am writing I feel as if all the particles of this world are in love. I am happy and drowning in love with life. Big hug to writing and all the writers of this world.
such fluid thoughts!keep pounding that keyboard. 
