The Soft Flow

Whatever happens in this world,
in my life,
Living by my heart – I try.
Holding on to my favorite pen,
with a piece of paper,
spilling out my inspiration.  
I offer that to you, to the world –
without any hesitation.

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

It is yours to drink,
every word, every thought, every wink.
Until your heart becomes so full,
it cannot take a drop no more.

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, be merry,
may your life be richer
for this verse I offer here to thee.

Never have I had such strength,
to tease out each and every say.
Out of the unknow into the light.

Writing is my dopamine hike.
A fix for my incurable romantic heart.
Both, my ebb and my flow.
And I, 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,
wondering in the fairy land, 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,
that it’s mine to share with you.

Such gifts are mine to give,
freely,
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 will.

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’s the glue.
Else,…
well, 
your heart can surely tell.

Ain’t that 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 not able to freely flow; it causes too much tension and unnecessary anxiety.

We are a bunch of odd ones in this world. Perhaps we’re spilling it out for the sake of us all – having this peculiar vocation. Some people out there in the world have a calling for being doctors, healing other people, some do plumbing, selling, farming, growing plants, some cook, make our meals, others build rockets that fly into space. Each of us responds best to our inner most calling. Seems like mine is writing. Feels right, even though it I need a break from time to time.

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

Writing is a bit like raining. Comes summer drought and it all gets withered, grass turning yellow, leaves drying out, there’s less & less life – prana to go around. Feels a bit exhausting. Too much sun and things get out of balance, so we start praying, hoping for the rains to come, to soak the thirsty land, so life can thrive again. I suppose what rain is to the land, inspiration is to me – I somehow need to draw it, tease it, pull it out. Drip by drip it’s coming back… it’s right here, on the tip of my fingers, I know it is. I just need some hope & patience & will to get it flowing once again.

Yeah, I hope, I trust I will get it flowing – again and again. Om