Whatever you work in this life Whatever you create with If you strive And give of yourself fiercely If you surrender to the art It will answer And its reply Will in turn create you The painter will be painted The musician will be played The sculptor will be moulded The writer will be written […]
The best choices are never planned The road taken often looks like the wrong one If I even bothered to use a map anymore Which I don’t The seat of my pants Is wise I made it so By falling back on it so often Gravity is easy Habit divine The trick is choosing the […]
The voice is quiet Subtle No wonder I miss it so often My head is loud with habit And the things I already knew It’s easy to misconstrue Or mishear The quiet voice of my intuition saying Don’t go there, Not like that And all the other small ways it tries to guide me My […]
Who are you at 3am Sitting on the front step Staring into the darkness Lit by thousands of stars Perhaps a full moon (But not together They are sort of a one or the other Shine The stars fade when the moon is bright) Who are you then? At 3am As you sip coffee and […]
The truth teller wakes at 2am Then wakes me. Anything that we avoid, delay, deny Will come back to us at night In the dark and the quiet. In the silence Of a darkened room The truth teller whispers To a sleepy head on a pillow It only speaks once then the brain convolutes Discard […]
Fingertip By fingertip Hauling out of the ether I listen with only half an ear to the sounds of droplets plump with water Trickling down iron a laughing wet chuckle Slushing through the pipes Forming limpid lines Then dropping Plopping on concrete below Brief life over hardly born There are things that form Only to […]
Why wouldn’t I create? We have this ability to make ourselves incredibly happy for hours With something that comes completely from within No outside person or thing required I pick up a slim black tipped pen Or a camera Or a notebook And write, click, paint, Walk out into nature Or drink deeply from my […]
The concentration that is When I focus to submit Is utter freedom. To create from the two Is to be split into a thousand different opinions Judgement rises from self First And turns like Ouroboros To consume my own art Until there is nothing left But a hungry mouth That is never fed For art […]
If “the obstacle is the way” But the way is art Then art is the way And the way becomes art As do we Creative thinking overcomes and who we become in being creative, is an artful way of living. If the obstacle is the way Then a sculptor writer poet painter musician Says The […]
Out of my head and the thoughts that ensnare Away from the “net” Away from the “gram” Fall into place where the leaves shiver and the soles of the feet take in the warmth of the uneven earth beneath Textures that please the fingertips Drink in the energy that floats gold dust in the air […]
