where the writers are

Impermanence; clear your mind and write about it.  You sit still and focus on the nothingness about you, five, ten, time passes; the muse speaks and you begin to write.  Has your mind focused on a single object and left all the background noise in a blur, like a wide aperture lens opening or are you like sunshine filtered through the interstices of bent trees?  Would your writing be more poetic or a technical orifice?  As a writer I believe I am always in a state of impermanence; changing my aperture: slit, crevice, crack, interstice, or foramen.  Whenever the poet/writer speaks we know where to go to get that word that fills the void from clearing the mind and how to precisely interpret the world.