I want so badly to feel inspired once again To be moved by words, or vision To be lead by the music of an invisible piper I want to crave the feel of words, smooth as pearls Roll them around in my mind, watching reflections Shimmering on the curve of creation I want a veil of thread to cover my eyes Loosely woven, so I can indulge my reveries While I function on this earthly plane I want the wind to whiper to me, only to me Telling me, what it wants me to hear For it once held a special message for me And I always heard it, for it sighed for me, and me alone I want the earth to vibrate gentle communications And the waters to baptize me with mists of inspirations I need to smile at the absurb again, and join it in communion To laugh at my self, from my soul, without judgment or dismissal I want my days to be pages, filled, as I chose In consistant dedication of living Allowing for the random page of albino rest For those pages may look untouched, yet will read visible to me I want to be aware, of the moment, of the past, of tomorrow I want the light, to glow again To guide me To myself
A melancholy piece reminding me of George Harrison's The Inner Light:
'Without going out of your door, you can know all things on earth, without looking out of your window, you can know the ways of heaven. The farther one travels, the less one knows - arrive without travelling, see all without looking, do all without doing.'
I occasionally wonder from myself for the sake of preserving sanity. I look back at the momentary lapse of the guy I've just left behind and mutter, 'must keep out of his shoes; always stepping on toes.'
Now I've slipped off my jaded bohemian persona and stepped instead into a refreshing and recharging conformist suit, at least for a bit.
In due course you will rediscover and hit the lightswitch to the path that has already been uniquely mapped out before you.
90-THERE ARE SO MANY WORDS THAT ATTEMPT TO BRING YOU TO AN UNDERSTANDING OF DESIRE-ALONG THE WAY YOU TAKE A JOURNEY TO ANOTHER PLACE WHICH HAVE NO WORDS-NO PICTURES-NO SOUNDS-THIS PLACE IS WHERE YOU CAN FIND THE ESSENCE OF DESIRE-ALLOW YOURSELF TO PERUSE THIS GLORIOUS AND FILLED WITH GRACE CORE WITHIN YOURSELF- {beautiful} evol=love - Ted
The artistic mind is constantly in a state of flux, training us to see new perspectives and express in unique ways. Apathy and sameness will kill any true artistic endeavor.
The hardest thing in my estimation, (and I've had a lot of experience), is when the artistic mind becomes introverted and the feelings we expect to be associated with what we are doing are not there.
Our feelings oftentimes deceive us. But if our minds keep our hearts disciplined, and we know for certain what the heart is responsible for, and what the mind is responsible for, then the soul will glean what it needs to accomplish what it has too.
This is deeply introspective Anita. You are growing! Continue writing about the process and sharing it.
methinks in this piece you may have found what you are yearning for...this is outstanding work.
Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
Reviewed on June 15, 2007
what a fabulous idea - love it, ty
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on June 15, 2007
You show the capacity to see deeply within yourself and identify your own yearnings. The light will "glow again" and it will guide you. It's guiding you even now, in this lovely piece of introspection. Well done Anita!
~Butch Howard
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'Without going out of your door, you can know all things on earth, without looking out of your window, you can know the ways of heaven. The farther one travels, the less one knows - arrive without travelling, see all without looking, do all without doing.'
I occasionally wonder from myself for the sake of preserving sanity. I look back at the momentary lapse of the guy I've just left behind and mutter, 'must keep out of his shoes; always stepping on toes.'
Now I've slipped off my jaded bohemian persona and stepped instead into a refreshing and recharging conformist suit, at least for a bit.
In due course you will rediscover and hit the lightswitch to the path that has already been uniquely mapped out before you.
Cheerie
Dai
The hardest thing in my estimation, (and I've had a lot of experience), is when the artistic mind becomes introverted and the feelings we expect to be associated with what we are doing are not there.
Our feelings oftentimes deceive us. But if our minds keep our hearts disciplined, and we know for certain what the heart is responsible for, and what the mind is responsible for, then the soul will glean what it needs to accomplish what it has too.
This is deeply introspective Anita. You are growing! Continue writing about the process and sharing it.
ET
Love Tinka
~Butch Howard
bill
Fee
Blessings,
Joyce B.