if action eludes me
may I have faith enough
to be content
with possibility.
Category: flow
another dimension
you see my dear you think
you are just a shell but in fact
you are as real and unimaginable
as the ocean you hear inside it.
meet me there
we must experience suffering
to release it in the magic of creation.
that’s what real art
conveys:
this tension
this opposition
between what hurts us
& what moves us.
what touches us
& makes us catch our breath;
when life slows to a halt
& the message becomes clear;
when exhilaration gives way to exhaustion
& breathless reunion gives way to solitude:
meet me there.
it begins with a deep breath
and goes something like this….
alignment
the best works of art align
your past
present
& future
in joy
& sorrow
but most of all
forgiveness
all in the breath of a moment.
the second phase of creation
your creations become something altogether different
once you expose them to air.
they oxidize
if you will
like blue blood turns red
when it breaches the skin
or reel of film blooms
in a dark room.
when your inner life is brought
to the light of day you are no longer
in control of what
it will become.
it no longer belongs to you.
you have relinquished ownership.
suddenly
it belongs to everyone
& transforms into something
unrecognizable.
it is natural to fear this process
if we consider the act of creation sufficient
in an of itself
but the truth is this is only
the first step.
we must have a sacred space
to expose our beloved creations
to the light so they may become
what they were meant to be.
they must enter the second phase:
surrender.
dear dreamer
the world needs its story-tellers
dreamers
lovers
wordsmiths
artsmiths
quiet helpers
kindness-doers
flower-pickers
letter-senders
creators of all sorts
walks
shapes
& sizes.
If you are one of these
yield to yourself
& the creativity that lives
in you--
do not hold out the world.
for it needs your gifts
it needs your love
it is thirsty for your joy.
no rules
there are stories
that live
in worlds
without rules
where the telling
need not make sense
where beliefs
have no need for precedent
where the stage
is set with
broad brush strokes
where the laws of physics
need not be observed
& where the important part
isn’t the story itself
but the invisible things
it made you feel
a trick of the light
when I was a child
I played Loki the norse trickster god
in the class play
& one of my lines was:
where there’s a wall
there’s a way.
too often
we fear the trickster.
we forget she is essential
for she teaches us how
to scale walls.
ruby slippers
when is your world
in black & white
& when
is it in technicolor?
caution:
don't ignore the technicolor.
make it your lifeline.
your rainbow iv.
who knows?
maybe there'll be a perfect convergence
of the roads between kansas and oz.
hiding
shelter me
in the sphere
of my dreams
face to face with the sky 