To the writers, the dreamers, the visionaries. To the doer, the lover, the quaint.

To the master, the guru, the teacher. To the scholar, the student, the saint.

If there were a favor I might ask of you, a gift you might give in your life:

Write.

Write until everything left to be said, has been spoken.

Then write.

Write until everything left to be penned has been written.

Then write.

Breathe until every breath has been expelled,

Until all there is left to do is inspire.

Then write.

Write until all inspiration ceases,

until you’ve absorbed all you can

and inadequately,

yet spectacularly reflected it all.

Write, until the words are still.

Then write.

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Editor: Catherine Monkman

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