Such a dilemma

I love words, I like writing.
Yet I am aware that
EVERY SINGLE WORD IS ANOTHER TRAP.

The dot contains the line

…and the inspired line is to be found

in the ineffable in-between…

Writing blocks and how to retrieve one´s creativity

He:
It has been years that I have been waiting for this writing block to crumble down through some miracle or itself. I have fairly good ideas but they don’t appear extraordinary. Since some month I got involved with Carl Jung and I decided to cleanse my mind First…

Me:
Different inner complexes – seemingly insurmountable obstacles – prevent your creativity to flourish. Let it simply be that way: Start exactly where you are, with exactly what you have.

True creativity is about simplicity. About ridding oneself of all expectation and comparison. A friend of mine said that comparison is the thief of happiness. It´s actually the thief of self-worth…- I´d like to add. It´s about a soothing reassurance that in spite of all existing books, great writers, “knowledge” of any kind, so on and so forth, if we think it over, Nothing has been ever said. Really…Unlike what society wants you to believe, there is no Authority. So dare start from Nothing – as Life is eternally “empty”…Eternally renewing itself…running further in graceful pace…

We are so oriented to deliver, so keen to reach a result, so overly strained, so we end up in self-flagellation.

So the gist is to become so freed from wanting to achieve, and instead replace expectation with the miracle of immediate inspiration. That sort of inspiration may urge one to look and perceive differently…and in this new space one realizes that A WORD said in great love to the moment, may mean something to oneself. A tone…A color…That word/color/tone feel like a rich promise…It grows by itself if it´s entirely received… So even when what comes out are some loose words, you write them down. Let the process unfold…without putting any further pressure on yourself.

No matter what others say, the inherent meaning must be immediately recognizable within you. And in that awareness allow one´s creativity to blossom. This is what I can share with you after years and years of barrenness…

A second of that ineffable perceived Meaning may be more worthwhile than anything else…

Do we win together or fail together?

The underlying idea of keeping this so-called blog started out as an attempt to urge people to cooperate and colaborate…To build up a platform of aliveness where unbiased dialogue would help us open and explore ourselves in a further and different light. To create a more sustainable vision and perception through questioning our very entrenched immemorial conditioning.

It is baffling: considering the visitors, I could easily say that Mirrors of Encounters is a fairly “successful” place.

Truth be said, it feels more like a failure:

The paradox is though that despite the numerous views, I get less and less comments. Maybe my writing and may personal way of approaching “reality” intimidates or discourages people to make a point.

God knows…

Fact of the matter is that without your endorsing viewpoints, the whole idea of continuing writing in this form becomes meaningless and rather futile.

I am rather disinterested in monologues.

Unfortunately

Superstition always sells better than Truth…

The Dream is more precise than wakefulness

Tom:
Some writing comes easy, especially the exposition of the critical – the writing that comes from the head.  But what is the worth?

Most writing now painful and difficult.  Hours spent at the computer staring at the screen without a single keystroke.

You seek to capture a feeling or a thought that is true and important, or you inhabit a world of your imagination, and then you take that precious and evanescent wisp and try to reify it in the form of words.

You stagger through a maze of spaces, lost.

Me:
I recall Paul Elouard´s words:

“Write first, think after.”

His point may be worthwhile to consider…

I so recognize what you are “struggling” with. The “precision” we strive after may be so elusive.. So decisively eluding our deliberate pursuit…

That evanescent clarity doesn´t let itself be “captured”.

It is…

The in-between…

The un-wording…

The up-rooting…

One has to constantly begin…
And persistently remind oneself to end.

The ending of no beginning…

Sometimes the Dream is more precise than wakefulness…

Silence makes the story

Many musicians simply get stuck in tones.
They don´t listen.

Writers fall victim to their verbal skill.
They don´t follow.

It is the power of Silence which makes the Music
worthwhile…- the Story alive.

Let´s hear each other.

Let´s follow the Story.