I was sitting in A swamp turned out and over, Lightning crashed, hard down, I was almost forever drown Tears were overcoming me; Then a cry arose Clarion against my foes, Sounding like a rose Banner wrapping me within Telling me begin again. Never forsaken – Come now, new heart, awaken To a ground safe, firm, Rock, I may stand complete on The Beloved beckons, come. Treasure hidden bright Revealed in Love’s sterling Light Abandon the night Day brilliant invites delight Heed the sweetest voice calling – Redemption,mercy, Abounding, amazing grace, Sudden about-face Into arms held wholly wide, All fear spirited aside. Severe hurt confide Those things hidden inside Pain, deep oxidized, No more jeopardy – set free, Found, restored, life’s sanctity.
When you feel When you are real When you willingly reveal The truth of things You are going through You transmit the depth Of your self, your soul, To those who meet you On the page, the stage, In life as the living goes. Everyone present becomes, Knows the reality, creativity, Emotion and reason Flow and grow beyond Illusion filling the senses Overcoming restrictions With the boundless force Of everlasting love; Differences drop away Everyone opens themselves All who are, meet, are one. So be courageous when you Perform your acts of devotion Allow without concealing Be authentic, be you, Be alive with the love That reveals precisely who you Live the freedom to be. Never hide how much you feel The depth of all the caring, You are a gift to lift the lives Of others who are here, humanity.
Richard’s beautiful Orange Tabby, who is never entirely sure I am okay. Tonight I agree with him because I seem to have acquired a toothache that is also a headache.
I returned my DirecTv equipment today, so I have cut the cord and sunk the satellite. The amount of television I watch is so minimal; I probably will never miss it.
I do recommend streaming Peaky Blinders, Good Omens, and The Expanse. I only finished Good Omens. On Audible, I loved The Sandman. If you gathered, I am a Neil Gaiman fan; you read clues well.
The poem so heavy with images was an experimental rewrite; I probably should post the original of Same. I am on my phone tonight without my computer because I have been spending some respite time with Richard. It will wait. I do not like poetry on mobile because it always inserts extra spaces when I write.
When writing or art comes straight through the Muse (Creativity), it is easy to create, but it becomes a more complicated process when the inspiration dries up. One has to reach deeper, think harder, be more persistent, and attempt coaxing imagination out to play.
This state is not ideal. There is not a full-blown block, but work becomes a challenge.
Writers may find helpful short forms like haiku or tanka. Different locations may inspire many. Meeting and socializing with a variety of people can inspire unique perspectives. All creatives could benefit from novel experiences that inform creation. Craft books are often useful. Reading, video, and music can enchant and educate us, bringing fresh material to mind.
For those who engage in daily practice, continuing is essential. As in all things, one’s mastery benefits from not giving up.
Habits of calm and quiet can also induce states conducive to the breaking of creativity into consciousness. To slow down, invoke peace, still the racing of body and mind facilitates copious production.
Taking leave from the busyness of screens makes room for thoughts unbiased by advertisement, frantic activity, and media to surface. Constant immersion in the digital world can sometimes drain away originality.
Conversation with family, friends, and others may also add filler to the well. Long walks with rapt attention to surroundings can awaken capacities often drown in routine.
Always remember, love and creativity, though perhaps muted, are present. Do not quit. Capture hope, ideas, joy, for those are available and plentiful when actively pursued.
Prompt: Pick something from the article above and immediately add it to your practice.
Gratitude: Visiting Richard, conversation, food, moments. Coming home allows less tension and stressful feelings. Not physically disciplining the Wookie for destroying my cushion. My command center. Talking to Alex and Reba.
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Writing is the thing that teaches us to understand the experience we cannot command or comprehend. Living is a riot, constant impressions, wild digressions, unbanished obsessions, mythic approximations, and passionate exhibitions.
Love is real, no poetic fairytale; it sometimes bites with destructive force. There are other times it breathes life back into a being near become a cold, bloodless corpse. Heedless, love carries headless need into ages where hearts aflame assuage the blame for falling again.
I. When what you most want Remains beyond ability You become adept Using CREATIVITY To fulfill some hopes and dreams.
II. I am not ideal But being real is enough For those loving me.
III. I have discovered The wild child passionate self Does exist still.
IV. I could sing you blue, Golden, or bright rainbow hues; I would disappear In the arrangement of notes, Unrecognized within you.
V. Love plays, tackling us, In fields where flowers obey Injunctions to fade; We are colors resisting What makes delight history.
Prompt: Create something showing how writing or art rescue from the forgetfulness of greedy insanity.
Thankfulness: No television to distract. Productiveness. Moleskine. Love. Creativity.
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