You can’t do two powerful things at once
You cannot create
And guard your creation
An artist cannot hold a paintbrush in the same hand in which he holds a gun?
Got me?
Let’s move on
There are so many guises under which fear can show up in our lives
It creeps in through the self doubt door
Left ajar
That exit route you thought you might need
When your journey doesn’t take you quite as far
As you had hoped
Dreamed
And you don’t even see
That the roadblock right there
You set that up yourself
Or your fear did
So you retreat
When the mind is your tool it can turn back on itself
So be very careful
And don’t use the mind
Use your connection to source instead
It won’t mess with your head
The way that using the mind and ego will
My Dad used to say that you never carry a gun or weapon with which to defend yourself
Because it can be turned back on you instead
This is what the mind will do
If you believe it is your only form of defence and source to creativity
Yesterday I read a blog post about plagiarism
It scared the crap out of me
Little me
Mind full me
Egotistical me
I’m really happy with the way my poetry is flowing lately
It is almost too good too easy too beautiful
Ahh Eros had arrived, so close to ego so close to tread
Around in the head
Saying look at me I’m brilliant
No
I’m just in the flow is all and it always goes like this
When I’m in the flow
Words through my fingertips
Channels fully open
It’s a wonderful state to be in
And so fear comes riding in on the back of that swaggering horse self doubt
And starts to mess about
In my head
Maybe somebody could steal these words
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Copy and paste!!
Omg
That’s terrible and it is and it plays on every fear
In a writers heart
Plagiarism!
Somebody stealing our stuff
We don’t care about someone stealing the crap stuff though
The stuff that grinds out like mining worthless stones
And miners sift through tonnes of worthless rubble
Before they strike the rich vein
And it’s then they go for their guns
Scrambling to stake out a claim
This is mine
This is mine
Get away
I did the work
I removed all the rubble
This is mine
Mind
Mind
Games
Listen to me because I have finally found the way
After sifting through all my rubble
And it humbles me
Deeply
These words – this rich vein I’ve stumbled across
It’s not mine
It belongs to everyone
It’s coming out of me and is equally available – has always been available to everyone
The only way to turn it off is to allow fear through the door
And fear comes
In many disguises
Perhaps you are worried someone who knows you might read your work – laugh and scoff – who is this – she thinks she can write a blog?
And that happened to me last time – so I know that disguise – have shown that particular clown 🤡 mask the door
But there are so many more
(Sorry this isn’t supposed to be a poem – it’s just the way it’s falling)
So you see what I mean
You have the choice of two things
Keep flowing
Or let fear in
What’s your particular fear?
What is your blocker?
Because in the end we block ourselves
Stand there with a big gun aiming at our own chest
Saying this is mine
Step back
Meanwhile all that rich vein
Remains untapped
Because we’re too busy hanging around up there at the entrance to the mine
Guarding it
Don’t do it
Nobody can steal from you
And if they do
The energy won’t be the same
It will be a one dimensional flat boring page
Instead of engaging with this amazing matrix
That digs deeper and deeper into people’s minds
As they find
Their own handle of the situation
Laid before them in words flowing out of another person
I’ve found other writers who are mining their gold
So clearly mining pure soulful gold
It’s made me bold
Stuff the petty worries
Climb back down the ladder
Keep hammering
What goes on out there doesn’t matter
Write on
Thoughts?
Oh and the header photo is of the steps leading sown to an opal mine – I took it on a trip to Lightening Ridge a few years ago – the miners house is on top and there is this hole in the floor and down you go. The gem and opal fields of Australia are the most extraordinary places – full of amazing characters. Very appropriate photo – lucky I take loads of them when I travel and can always find just the perfect thing when I need it – out of my own source – and because of that – I can believe – I have everything I need – to keep writing and creating and sharing. Such a wonderful place to be – headspace wise and it’s taken a long time to get here.
