The Creative Meditation is a new project that has grown out of last year’s “Something Beautiful” initiative. It may happen every day or when the spirit moves me.
On Seeing the Soundless Voice
(Thoughts on the battle, as an artist, to connect with inspiration. Thoughts suggested on completing the drawing below.)
Within an arm’s reach
Or held safe apart
The soundless voice is agony and ecstasy
—And elusive on any given Tuesday.
I plan to meet her
I prepare and mentally groom
But she is not to be bound by convention
Or commanded by desire.
Trespassing into my mind
And harsh when it is vacant.
She is a restless partner.
Easily bored. Impatient with the opinionless.
Annoyed with uncertainty
She growls from within
“Pronounce. Define. At least, suggest.”
But I am mute and so she vanishes.
She is lurking. I know it. I feel it.
A sulking seed thought. A fatigued whimsy. A fleeting notion.
Beating wings on which hope and imagination cling
But faith fails me and I cannot see.
In my blindness, I beg her —
See me. Feel me. Touch me. Heal me.
But I hear her loudly: “Not my work.
Grow up. Use your first language. See your words.”
Rested, I am fluent. Then I look away—
And my words disappear
Beneath teachers, judgment, conformity, and fear
And so, I shovel often. Who keeps filling the hole?
Ah, it is my own dirty job hands
Mindless slaves of sensibility who quickly cover
The unfettered fantasies, the uncensored thoughts.
The digging is exhausting, but I have seen the treasure.
My job is not my calling. Dig on.