Page lay open blank and clear
Mind felt safe then sensed the fear
Ink began to tremble slow
Future waited in the glow
Brush did not demand a shape
Choice did not require escape
Hand moved once without a goal
Line emerged from inner soul
Blankness welcomed every try
Canvas bowed without reply
Nothing wrong and nothing right
Creation honored pure delight
Write before you know the word
Leap before your heart is heard
Life begins before it’s shown—
Steps create the ground you own