I need to put my Hand in yours, loved, secure, wrapped – I need to rest my Head on your chest, hear heartbeats – I need to touch you, be touched, Do I want too much? Take me! I am yours, always – Let me see you smile, Help me find my place, alive, Look to me, go on, survive. The storm, together – We can carry through – freedom, We can become real I see you fit, capable – Me brave, effort will Finally, come to fruition. Dreams, us finding happiness Amidst all the things that rain – Tears, fire, light, but more, galore Gratitude for the blessing – Found in us having one another – Strength embraced in love.
When we choose to create, whole universes rise to meet our inclination, which can, on occasion, be intimidating. What we know about process, creation, may not lend itself at the moment to production. Time may swirl its vaporous fogs around us. We may need to filter the nectar from the dew.
A useful tool for creative sessions we find in music. Often, we have many favorites and find it fortuitous to add artists to our listening consistently. There are numerous choices in ways to find and enjoy music these days. Every taste meets ample representation.
An exercise one might do, is to take a song well enjoyed, enter it, imbibe its mood, let the lyrics move the spirit; then write, paint, create something original from what one finds in the experience. Music is heart and soul; it is a gift always filling lives.
Equally, photos can be a catalyst for inspiration. Looking through photos offers a bevy of ideas. Personal and family photos, magazines, Instagram, and other online services should serve well enough. Create as whim and wish may direct.
Random words found in various places can be material to seed many works. Dictionaries, quotations, thesauri, signs will work, or pick some out of the air.
There is never a dearth of creativity; it infuses every portion of reality and imagination. The trick is to harness it and make with it some beauty to honor who we are in the world. At times like these, love is sorely needed and can be delivered expertly through our creations.
If you wish, your prompt is to create things that demonstrate how you have reality in hand but are somehow outside it. Dare to be the freedom that expresses what is yours and yet beyond yourself. Life is a crucible, be the alchemy.
Be tomorrow when We leave this present behind? Is there much future Left for us to find, explore? We may not know anymore. Creativity Beckons with many prizes, But will we survive The breaking down of culture, The wrestling for position? Ah, superstition Reckons itself mighty in The material Sphere, naming one this, one that, Begging as it puts on hats. We need must make peace With what we experience Now, somehow, someway, Or it becomes our portion Of unquiet yesterday, Bleeding all over Present, future being, leaves Us constant struggle With only hope to battle For who we ready become. We founded ourselves Among the bold, the rebels, Those who employ love To conquer the multiverse And so, we must continue. Life swears us nothing But serves us what we gather In its give and take Our dreams, plans, only matter – If we choose to make them so. Tomorrow awaits With a bright, fresh countenance – Likewise, we may go Into the fair abundance Free of angst, full of good cheer. It is ours to choose In our freedom, who we are, Who we will become; In doing, we can create A refuge of lovely peace.