That went off topic a little. This poem is about the creative impulse, about the Shakti force that animates and colours our world with the ever-new...ever-knew? Who knew? Who knows now? Are we listening yet?
Art as Salvation
Shower first. Stir the soup.
Sprinkles of morsel sized life sprung straight from the Earth.
Creation's unquenchable thirst
To be given birth
Creation's unquenchable thirst
To be given birth
To nourish and simmer
So often stifled by...
How can we remember to make?
That is the question, it would seem.
As we stumble awkwardly through this dream
Called life, love, the multiverse.
The drive to create, to make new,
Allowing inspiration to move through,
Is so often denied.
Enigmatic mind-curse?
Fear? Perhaps.
But WHY do we make?
To please? For reassurance?
For money or Fame's sake?
Perhaps that is what some think.
But try, oh just try, to suppress creative freedom.
Then, do we see clearly the human condition?
We are makers, poeïsis, inventors and dreamers.
Creating works that, via our animated corpse,
Silence all the blasphemers.
So often stifled by...
How can we remember to make?
That is the question, it would seem.
As we stumble awkwardly through this dream
Called life, love, the multiverse.
The drive to create, to make new,
Allowing inspiration to move through,
Is so often denied.
Enigmatic mind-curse?
Fear? Perhaps.
But WHY do we make?
To please? For reassurance?
For money or Fame's sake?
Perhaps that is what some think.
But try, oh just try, to suppress creative freedom.
Then, do we see clearly the human condition?
We are makers, poeïsis, inventors and dreamers.
Creating works that, via our animated corpse,
Silence all the blasphemers.
As Spirit moves through us, Its eternal trace remains
In all that is written, painted or shaped.
Reality's imprint, ethereally visible to some
Vibrates upon the veil of illusion,
Ever-beckoning us to come.
Come home! Wake up!
And the more you create
The more you'll break free
From this illusory state.
False state of separation
Countries, borders, nation.
Logocentric and ludicrous!!
We truly are all One.
A multiplicity of unshakeable Unity.
And Art?
Art will be our salvation.
I love Van Gogh. And Don McLean. Double art: music and painting. Yoga is art too...yes. Even the way that the guy carrying two gallons of milk the other day smiled at me is art.
In all that is written, painted or shaped.
Reality's imprint, ethereally visible to some
Vibrates upon the veil of illusion,
Ever-beckoning us to come.
Come home! Wake up!
And the more you create
The more you'll break free
From this illusory state.
False state of separation
Countries, borders, nation.
Logocentric and ludicrous!!
We truly are all One.
A multiplicity of unshakeable Unity.
And Art?
Art will be our salvation.
I love Van Gogh. And Don McLean. Double art: music and painting. Yoga is art too...yes. Even the way that the guy carrying two gallons of milk the other day smiled at me is art.
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