Cliché # 1: Sometimes what you are looking for is right in front of your eyes - this is a sad truth that many of us overlook in its triteness. As I stare at this very page, the phrase takes on a special meaning for me.
I write to find purpose - yet I am purposed in my writing. I sometimes feel that creativity is lacking as I drown in indifference. How in the hell am I to stay inspired and determined? Of one thing I am sure: a person with no inspiration or direction would never begin to ask the question. Many things inspire me: music inspires me, people inspire me, I.... inspire me. How should we maintain our principle values when inspiration dares us into a destructive determination?
How can a determined creativity stifle itself into nothing? Smother it into submission? Drag itself into devolve? A creative spirit which lasts the tests of time is a spirit which cannot be extinguished. It's strength and potency answer only to its momentum.
Again, how does a determined creativity cease to exist? It allows outside influence to govern its speed, to govern its nature, and to govern its connection to its ORIGIN. The answer is not to try and be someone, not to avoid being no one, but to try and Be ONE.
An ORIGIN is what creates the identities of lifeforms, the properties of objects, and the elements of abstraction. Whether we are born, engineered, or transfused into existence, our essence is a product of (re)action. The unique nature of an ORIGIN translates into originality; these are the identities we aim to maintain.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Grow from the Soul
A Self-search and seizure, a never-ending show,
Postured and perched, my cards you won't know.
To pay homage to past, flags fly at half-mast...
Being chased at last, truth creeps on me fast...
To distance myself, need a change of pace....
one that lasts, yet no need to race....
steady-goings with forward motion,
rivers flowing and crashing oceans...
I ride the waves, they take me on,
The way is paved, not written in stone,
If time did own, we'd all be gone....
If time did own, we'd all be gone....
Escaping reality has never felt so free..
I'm running from sense - it's coming to me,
A clear light is shining, pointing the way,
Another appears and leads me astray...
Both equally right, with calculated sight,
Two paths laid out... though one man's plight...
How can it be? One man and two paths?
Ends up with none, two he can't have
Must choose a direction and steady-stay course,
Put a strong foot forward... have no remorse.
Take allegiance to self, be part of a whole,
stay true to the ORIGIN and grow from the soul....
grow from the soul...
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