I got to the Coffee shop After a walk that included more work chat.
Sitting down.
I
Open the blank lined page
Green tea poured.
Red pen chosen.
Ready.
Tired.
But ready,
The page. Blank. Inviting. Alive with possibility. Daunting with expectancy. Weary limbs picking up the pen. Mind unsure. Facing the unknowingness of what to write. This side of the release. Blank page Bleak page.
Write,
The place of comfort
as the words flow from you
to you.
As inside your heart breaks open its loose edges
Awakening itself from the slumber of the tired mind.
Pen
Writing
a melody.
A tune echoing in the line of ink flowing onto the page
Uneven, breaking, heart leaking its colour on the page
Giving itself as it appears,
To be immediately read by the eyes,
A message from the heart eyes.
Eyes read, What the heart bleeds.
Colour lines appear as meaningful imaginations of the soul
Read back into the same mind that consumes it all with acceptance
Rage, Wonder, Hurt, Joy
All taken in in the moment of the hearts disposal in the pen
Soul imagination writing its truth
Soul imagination writing its love
For your mind to keep reading
Head healed by Soul
The Delicate passage of time. Imagination working at the speed of consumption Consumption furthering the flow of imaginaion One stoke One flow One ink bleed at a time Word by word.
Connecting the disconnect within the fracturedness
As mind embraces the speaking heart
Consciousness watching the cyclical orbit around it
Increasing as the mind and soul unite in divine imagining
Heart creating space for the soul to expand
One Flow Of Ink at a time.
Soul words written by flesh hands
Transported back into the mind
Sealing the divine circle
With love within
Eyes read,
What the heart bleeds.
Bleed love
Bleed kindness
Bleed it all through the hand
Restoring fragments buried underground
Subconscious soul connection in the pathway of the pen
Mind reads
Mind hears by the heart
A new story
A new song
The one it knew
All along.
James Ballantyne 
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