The Soft Flow

Whatever happens in this world,
in my life,
to live by my heart, I try—
by holding on to my favorite pen
and a sheet of paper,
then spilling out my inspiration.  
I offer that to you, to the world
without any hesitation.

While my creative blood’s on fire,
here… take it, drink, quench your thirst,
your heart’s desire.

Drink deep the cup of life divine,
imbibe each word and every sign,
till every fiber of your being glows,
and every breath feels like a rose.

Such bliss, swimming with the flow…

We are of a different kind, yet
you remain my muse,
the one that sets me free…
So drink and be merry!
May your life be richer
for this verse I offer here to thee.

Never have I found such strength,
to tease out each and every thought
out of the unknown into the world.

Writing is my dopamine-fueled hike,
a fix for my incurable romantic heart,
both my ebb and my flow.
And I sway softly between them all…
I wonder, do I really seek a way to set myself free
from the ocean of both bliss and misery?

My favorite pen,
will you help me,
show me the way as I sail through?
Can you? Will you?
I know you can. I know you will.

“Enough, you have made a fool of yourself,”
mind whispers.
“Silly girl, with her head in the clouds,
wandering in fairyland, round and round.
Come back to the ground.”

Where is this coming from?  
Who am I? Who are you?
Who are we to each other?

This story has no end.
This tale is beyond my time.

I thank you for each
and every breath of inspiration,
guiding me deeper into contemplation.

Such fun!
I never know when
or where my next golden nugget is coming from!
All I need to know is
it’s mine to share with you.

Such gifts are mine to give,
to whomever I so will.
I choose and give it all to you.

Through me—if it resonates—
it flows to you,
and on and on it flows to someone else,
as far and as wide as it wants.

Softly, let it flow.

Full circle is always complete,
in love, in bliss, in pain, or misery.
Two moments are never the same.
Choose wisely what you do, think, write, or say.

The sum of its parts
is always greater than the parts when taken separately.
Togetherness is stronger when expressed as oneness—

when love is there,
when joy is the glue.
Or else… well, 
your heart can surely tell 
if what you hear is true.

To Write or Not to Write

Girls sitting at the table, in a gazebo, writing.

To write or not to write…
Is that a question? Is that even a choice?
When the only way to ease the traffic running through my head
and feelings flowing through my heart
is to take a pen and spill it all out, at once.
It feels too unnatural, stuck,
and sticky when my creative juices are unable to freely flow.

I think we are a bunch of odd ones in this world.
Perhaps we’re spilling it out for the sake of us all
by having this special vocation.
Each of us responds to our innermost calling.
It feels like mine is writing.
And so it is, even though it seems like
I need a break from time to time.

I take a deep breath in, only to breath it all out again.
Noticing my breath makes me feel at ease
and puts me in the place where I feel at peace.

Like rain to the arid earth,
inspiration guides my hands,
A wellspring I desire and need,
it feels magnificent when it flows with ease.

In the drought of life, I seek anew,
the hope, the patience, to pull through.
With willpower, I break the binds,
and get the flow back, time after time.

Each dry spell is a chance to start again,
To ignite the flame within my heart,
I trust in my will to lead the way,
to spark my muse, to let it sway,
and bring inspiration back to play.