With my teacup close at hand
and my fingers poised over the keyboard
ready to strike,
I feel the peace of inspiration flow.
Like a gentle breeze
rustling through the top leaves
of ancient oaks,
thoughts begin to whisper,
meandering into shape and substance.
Life begins to flow from my fingertips and,
for a few moments,
I know the power of creation,
the absolute joy of worlds born
at my bidding and bequest.
I invite, rebuke, enhance, encourage,
allowing characters to live and act
according to their whims and wills
as they speak through me.
A parade of letters on the screen,
marching on their own,
continues until miles of words have appeared,
their life and my life
intertwined.
I lean back,
sip my tea and read the words.
This, I know, is who I am.
This, I know, is peace.
I am comfortable in the knowledge of both worlds -
the one I inhabit
and the ones within.
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