Keep Your Hand Moving

We Must Remember That Everything Is Ordinary And Extraordinary. It Is Our Minds That Either Open Or Close.

I Wonder If I Don't Give Too Much Of Myself To Writing: I Am Always Half Where I Am; The Other Half Is Feeding The Furnace, Kick-starting The Heat Of Creativity. I Am Making Love With Someone But At The Same Time I'm Noticing How This Graceful Hand Across My Belly Might Just Fit In With The Memory Of Lilacs In Albuquerque In 1974.

Sometimes People Say To Me, “i Want To Write, But I Have Five Kids, A Full-time Job, A Wife Who Beats Me, A Tremendous Debt To My Parents,” And So On. I Say To Them, “there Is No Excuse. If You Want To Write, Write. This Is Your Life. You Are Responsible For It. You Will Not Live Forever. Don’t Wait. Make The Time Now, Even If It Is Ten Minutes Once A Week."

Take Out Another Notebook, Pick Up Another Pen, And Just Write, Just Write, Just Write. In The Middle Of The World, Make One Positive Step. In The Center Of Chaos, Make One Definitive Act. Just Write. Say Yes, Stay Alive, Be Awake. Just Write. Just Write. Just Write.

This Is What Metaphor Is. It Is Not Saying That An Ant Is An Elephant. Perhaps; Both Are Alive. No. Metaphor Is Saying The Ant Is An Elephant. Now, Logically Speaking, I Know There Is A Difference. If You Put Elephants And Ants Before Me, I Believe That Every Time I Will Correctly Identify The Elephant And The Ant. So Metaphor Must Come From A Very Different Place Than That Of The Logical, Intelligent Mind. It Comes From A Place That Is Very Courageous, Willing To Step Out Of Our Preconceived Ways Of Seeing Things And Open So Large That It Can See The Oneness In An Ant And In An Elephant.