Digging With a Pen

I dig my soul with the pen.
Each letter, each word is a shovelful in the earth of consciousness,
A few extra centimeters of furrow dug in the fields of everyday life.

There are two ways to dig:

-Through the practice of daily life, in the life that presents itself to us, to bring water to it, horizontally.

-And towards the source, digging vertically.

In both cases, I am never alone in digging.

The Source also pushes its miraculous waters towards me,
and the life that presents itself indicates, suggests, and traces the path to follow.
In both cases, what digs with me is the same wisdom.

Moreover, is this « me » who believes it is digging this way different from this wisdom, this source, this life?

©FJ June 2025
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