August 8, 2016
I stuck a three-fold brochure entitled “What is Vedanta?” inside my book on writing. It’s a book mark but also a reminder. The pairing is everything.
The Vedanta is a philosophy based on the oldest scriptures of India, the Vedas. The basic premise teaches the divine in all of us, and the pursuit of the divine is all there is. Writing needs no definition. Most everyone writes.
But writing for some is more than communication, practical missives that need delivery to complete some operation, some function of human existence. Some of us write because it’s what we do to reach the divine in us. I’m not sure I’m including myself in that “us,” but I’d like to consider that conviction more.
More than God and the divine, the Vedanta embraces all other belief systems whose end goal is reaching the divine. In other words, it makes no difference the words or way, it’s making the journey that matters. And that’s sort of my approach to writing. I write. Every day. Some of it’s good, some not. No matter, it’s the doing that counts.
Some days writing is therapy. Some days it’s meditation. Others it’s creation, while still others–struggle. Writing is life. It’s all we do. Some of us.
The finest and lowest moments connect to writing: that painful process of birthing a poem, a story, an article, a listicle, even, like molding bramble, hay and rocks together to make a statue of the Mona Lisa. And then the miracle of finishing with something approximating Da Vinci’s girl, or even pretty damned close–well, that’s heavenly.
The struggle to achieve, find, see and discover the divine of us in, by, through and despite the Vedanta continues moment by moment. It is the ever-present, ever-elusive (seemingly) goal. Writing is the mock up.
So here it is….
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an anthology. by Some Poets.
Authored by Tracy Elizabeth Plath, Alicia Sophia Martin, Some Poets
We are Some Poets. We hail from all over the globe, brought together by the love of words and art. We are 33 poets, writers, and creators whose words come from personal places, and originate in every emotion. Our anthology is one from the heart, and should be enjoyed with a cup of hot coffee and an open mind.
Sep 24 2015
1517403472 / 9781517403478
US Trade Paper
8.5″ x 11″
Black and White
Poetry / General
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When I was girl, aye, many a moon ago,
a landlubber me, me mateys too
sailed the ocean in books from the bilge,
the library basement racks, and ventured far,
anchored only by words like hook of the captain
luring us in like Moby, wee urchins to the salty seas,
uprising smartly when it was time to go.
But we’d come another day for a skull’s whistle.
“For a tale awaits on the shores of shelves,”
the spectacle’d lass in pumps and plum lips said.
“Pirate the world in an open palm, my beauties,
Steal the wind with a spell set on shivering leaves.”
Ahoy and avast! And we did, alit below the stars
of blackened ceilings open endlessly beyond
and long before days peering into Davey’s Locker..