What Shall I Write?

Is any concept, object or relationship
Calling my attention?
Is there a feeling I want to explore,
A word,
A shadow I glimpse in the periphery?

Is there something to let go of,
Something left undone?
An illusion to see through,
Something beautiful?

Is there tenderness for something hurting,
Gratitude for the knowing that experiences everything?

In an ideal encounter, a sense of timelessness
Would protect the movement of the writing
Toward its depth or expanse 
Or suchness.