The Chant of the Blank Page

You give me existence, and you are my author. You are just the one from whom I take form. There is nothing in me without your imagination. I'm just a blank page. The beautiful? a style that has done honor to me, that killed as well my inner beast: I call the Sages so that you to continue. I call You above all things. and later on, a breeze whispers to the writer: "You follow Me, and I will always be your guide".