Poetry…

Reading poetry. Creation of any kind of art is as much a form of meditation, as a mode of self-expression. Energetically, splashing colours of paint onto a canvas lifts weights off our shoulders. Tuning our voices to hit high notes of a song inspires us to release fears, dancing to the beat of drums is sheer freedom, ecstasy. Dance lifts veils off mysteries hidden in music!

Creative arts are a beautiful journey into our incredible inner universe. Conscious mind is momentarily cast adrift. We stay fully present in the moment bringing dreams, desires, passions, imaginations to life. Releases inhibitions, ideas of what needs to happen, so our innate artist can flow freely. See real, raw, boundless reflections of our inner most selves imprinted on a canvas, a page, a sculpture.

Love writing in free form. So uplifting, stimulating, nurturing. Simple structures of a prose, a poem organically reveals itself. Don’t worry about spellings, grammar. Write spontaneously without stopping, censoring, editing, correcting self. Keen to be as intuitively fluent, descriptive, precise, rhythmic, lyrical as I want to be. Attentive, authentic, sensitive, perceptive.

Also, when notice a momentary tendency to repress thoughts, emotions, quickly pick up a pen to randomly journal, channel, process effectively. Step out of my own way, so mind, heart can freely express deepest secrets, desires. Stillness surprises, awakens our sensory abilities to listen, understand inner most yearnings of our spirit.
Life is poetry with a personality.

 

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