Do you ever feel trapped
inside your own skin?
Maddened by a song
kept deep within
Longing to break free
Taking care to
keep from tossing
pearls before swine
Haunted by visions
beheld by your own eyes
Pensive state mistaken
for a quiet nature
Bound by a body
seasoned far beyond
its years
Hesitant
To let myself
Drift off
To sleep
Unsure of what
Waits for me
In my
Dreams
Will I receive
A word
Of revelation?
Or given a
Glimpse
Of what is
To come?
Or shall I be
Haunted
By visions
Of death?
Only God knows
What waits
For me
When sleep
Overtakes
Me.
On the road
Is where I thrive
On the move
Is where I feel alive
Only a small suitcase
& a bag full of journals
My constant companions
New lands
Ever beckoning
New corners
Of the world
waiting
To be
Explored
On the road
My soul ignites
On the road
My words take flight
When an artist creates, a piece of their very essence is imbued into that work of art. As we each were formed in the womb by the hands of the Creator, something was imbued into the core of our being: a spark of creativity - the ability to bring forth something beautiful into the world. Everyone on this earth possesses that spark, though it looks very different for each individual, whether it takes the form of cooking, building, painting, writing, playing an instrument, singing, farming, acting, sewing, drawing, etc.
We are all creatives. The difference is whether or not we choose to invest in and validate our own form of creativity. Whether we are brave enough to pursue and develop it, no matter the cost.
We were created to create and to pursue our passions. This is what liberates the soul. When someone creates from the depths of their being, whatever the final product may be, it will move others deeply- whether it be a powerful painting, a carefully prepared dish, a mesmerizing melody, a towering structure majestic & awe-inspiring, a tranquil garden, a passionate poem, or an inspiring story.
Being true to your inner creative and pursuing that creativity passionately is of utmost importance, for it is what points toward the divine creativity within each of us. That glimpse into the divine is worth the path of uncertainty that comes with following your spirit rather than worldly ambition.
my hands
more often than not
are stained
with muted tones
of acrylics,
ink & charcoal
these days...
ink of a more
permanent kind
has begun
to creep
down my arm,
proclaiming
what has been
hidden underneath
for so long...
the long, golden locks
that once fell
to the curve of
my lower back
are gone,
replaced by a
boyish crop
that now
accentuates
my sharp features
& eyes
the color
of a rainforest,
full of energy
& life...
the diversity
of cultures
I've been
exposed to
& influenced by
becomes more
apparent by the day
as my art
once again
undergoes the process
of evolution...
It seems my
horizons
are expanding &
compressing
at once,
rendering me
unable to do
anything
but surrender
myself to
the Tide,
the Current
rushing through
my veins,
allowing it to
guide me
where it will...
always moving,
growing,
changing...
only now
has it made
itself known
outwardly,
rather than
keeping the
fire hidden
within...
I hardly know
that I'm ready
for what lies
ahead,
so surely
they will
not know
what to think
of me
anymore...
but no matter...
I will ride
this current
upstream,
I shall let
the Tide
wash over me,
purging me
of the
meaningless
& take me
to a place
of life,
transformation,
renewal,
freedom,
& purpose.
