This is writing.

There will be no unity
in work developed
in looking for tricks and wrinkles
solutions ways and methods.
The work is not work
it is not a problem
to be solved
it is not a task to be endured
it is not a project
it has no desired End.
It is
returning Being
enjoyed now
there is no other reason for it
there is no reason in Unity.
Where there is effort
there is not result.
Words are not bricks
to be assembled in toil
and patterned after
willful designs
a hand is arrogant
it is not needed in this.
A hand will destroy.
A hand is for performing Abortions.
You will
memorize passages
of beautiful compelling prose
and selecting at times
some passages
opaque
and not readily accessible
or comprehensible
and you will recite it
you will recite this prose
hour after hour
day after day.
This will produce access
to your own Unity.
You will stay
with that which conforms
to the prosody of cosmological pulsation
and naturally and inevitably
You will
come to be with that prosody
ever after
in your own original forms.
These forms emerge effortlessly
they will be irrepressible
natural and inevitable
there will be no work in them.
Nothing ignominious.
no shame
no choice
no decision
no aspiration
no vulgar pretension
no desire and no need.
This is writing.