Blank Mystery

I see
Blank
I see
Potential
I want to be exact
On
Blank
Empty
Pages
I want to put my mark
Exactly
Clearly
What I want

Then
It is sent out
And the mystery begins

What I mean
What I hear
How I feel

Like hawks
Preparing a nest
Clearing out unwanted
Predators
Threats
to protect what they birth

Still
There is the unknown
Nature
Wind
Rain

The blank page
Is my nest
It is what I birth
Empty, until I put my mark
On the blank paper
Before
The mystery
Of misunderstanding
Of joy
Of rejection
Of forgiveness

The blank page
Has my spirit
My intention
Mixed
With other voices
Messages
Desires

As I mark my words
On the page
I taste for too much salt
Check if my spirit is as light as a feather
Determine if there is anger or blame
I make corrections
Additions
To say what I want to say
To offer opportunities to
See
Hear
Feel
Connect
With more awareness
More dignity

My heart responds
To the echo of my voice
My words

I listen
Deeply
Unconditionally
Allowing words to fly free
To embrace the mystery