Enlightenment in Ninety-Three Lines?

I've been thinking about finishing things. Books, work, email, an endless parade. Just now, while reading a book, I wondered how I finish writing each day's Morning Pages, three sheets of thirty-one lines each, a total of ninety-three lines to fill with blue ink.

How do I finish writing ninety-three lines each morning?

That led to wondering, how do I finish even one line?

Spiraling, as I do, I asked, how do I complete one word or even one letter?

And how does an idea begun in my mind become ink on the page?

I put these thoughts aside to finish reading the last paragraph in the chapter, closed the book, and asked again, how do I finish ninety-three lines each morning.

Then it came to me. I just do. I begin through one kind of miracle, continue through another, and arrive at the end almost as a matter of course.

It's no matter how I finish so long as I begin and believe in miracles the pen and I create.