Why I Write

Why I Write

02.28.15

Sometimes I’ve wondered why I write.

Why I continue to write.

Is it my ego I’m stroking?

Then again, that’s not it at all.

For I never cared to write

before Jane crossed over.

Something shifted in me after that event,

a deep desire is driven by what occurred that day.

The events that followed blossomed into

far more than I can explain

in mere words on a page.

To SHARE was all I got.

Over and over it came.

As if knowing my logical mind

would back away.

At first it was to share what?

Then a few months later I was nudged

to put my hands on a keyboard

and explore my thoughts.

But are they really my thoughts?

For when I go back

and read what I’ve written

sometimes I think “Did I write that?”

This journey we call life

so very intertwined with all that is.

It’s hard to realize we’re all in this together,

when all we’ve been taught is to believe

we are all separate and watch out for yourself.

I’ve read that on the quantum physics level

everything is just waveforms,

at this level matter can appear solid one second

and then as a waveform in the next.

My mind likes to wrap itself around science,

it always has.

Like I’m trying to understand

that which is not comprehensible to me.

But ah if science can prove it

that makes it believable.

But if all is various waveforms,

as the quantum physicists tell us,

then are we not all connected?

Is this thing we call consciousness

just expressing itself

in many different ways,

in many different waves?

You are not a drop in the ocean.

You are the entire ocean in a drop.

- Rumi -

All My Love Always, Keith