"Teach me what you know." I said "Teach me to be free!"
He wouldn't speak.
I begged, I bribed, I wept.
Silence.
I screamed, I tore at the curtains, I broke the glass.
Silence.
"TEACH ME!"
Silence.
I got tired fell in a heap on the cold stone floor and I slept. Could have been an hour or days. I woke up to strange musical murmurings. I looked around the cold stone room and saw the pale master looking at the floor and speaking very very low, whispering. He was so pale. Could almost not make out his face in the dark which was covered by the hood of his black cloak. His form was clearly visible in the soft moonlight. I crawled near. He smelled like midnight grass. And he was speaking..
He was speaking..
He was thankfully, speaking.
His voice fell like a waterfall on my ears. Its musical quality seemed to revive me. I didn't feel quenching thirst, the hunger that should have been there.
He was finally speaking..
Master said "O you who wants to learn I will teach you all that you want to know. I will teach you all that I know. I will teach you because I love the patient, I fear the weak, I envy the brave. He said I will teach you to write because that is all you need to be free. "
He said "O learner! When you pick up the pen to write, your hand shouldn't be picking up the pen but it should be your heart and soul in unison that hold the pen. He said when you write you need to throw away the mask, you need to peel away the skin, when you come to write you should come naked. If you write with fear of letting your guard down and if you write with shame at what you feel, then you don't write, you pretend. If you want to write, you can't be afraid, you cant be ashamed, you cant pretend."
He said "When you feel, don’t be ashamed of how you feel."
He said "Turn and look the feeling in the eye, grab it, crush it into words, put it onto paper."
He said "O learner! When you pick up the pen to write, your hand shouldn't be picking up the pen but it should be your heart and soul in unison that hold the pen. He said when you write you need to throw away the mask, you need to peel away the skin, when you come to write you should come naked. If you write with fear of letting your guard down and if you write with shame at what you feel, then you don't write, you pretend. If you want to write, you can't be afraid, you cant be ashamed, you cant pretend."
He said "When you feel, don’t be ashamed of how you feel."
He said "Turn and look the feeling in the eye, grab it, crush it into words, put it onto paper."
He said "When you write, if
you're tearful, I should sob hysterically when I read it, if you're angry, I
should boil with rage when I read it, if you're falling in love, I should fall
with you." He said "When you write, you open the floodgates to your heart and the
depths of your soul."
He said "When you really really write: its real. If its real its powerful. If its powerful it can change the universe. It can shake the matrix that we're part of. It can light or darken paths. It can drive away shadows or create them."
He said "When you write: Write!"
Thats what he said.
Thats what the master said.
He said "When you really really write: its real. If its real its powerful. If its powerful it can change the universe. It can shake the matrix that we're part of. It can light or darken paths. It can drive away shadows or create them."
He said "When you write: Write!"
Thats what he said.
