The Writer writes on

 

My body has two arms

and they have hands

These hands have fingers

which can hold my pen

Thoughts and ideas from my mind

travel along my arm

to my hand and fingers

They reach my pen

from where my mind

is a source of creation

As I write the ink from my pen

 flows like blood from the nib

and onto the page

There is an intimacy here

where mind and body are one

Thoughts and images become words

as they flesh out their existence on paper

As an act of supreme individuality and

originality they manifest themselves

in a harmonious art form.

Then I write and write on........