Creativity: The Divine Interface
In a Synapse of the Artist
In a Synapse of the Artist
In a Synapse of the Artist
The silhouette of these thoughts in my mind:
Blots on a dry, white leaf
Inspiration
In a Synapse of the Artist
In a Synapse of the Artist
Tossing, turning
Wrestling rest
Sleepless Creativity
Won’t let go
’Til like hungry Jacob,
She is blessed
Dear William
Art is the Thing
Art is the Thing
Much more depends upon—
The blue moments—
Shrouded with insight
Near fields of blessing
Art is the Thing
Art is the Thing
Art is the Thing
Art is the thing that shimmers—
Reflecting light— maintaining
darkness—that we might fix our
image and lift our souls. I’ve felt
it in the deepest pit— far
from the gleam of stars. And I’ve
witnessed it on the mountaintop
from the greatest artist of us
all— In my deepest need it
transported me to a new and
wondrous world— And of late, I’ve
entered in— found the doorway
through the looking glass— And now
it asks— not a bit, but all of me