Creativity Hears a Universal Heartbeat
When you slow down, just enough and really listen, what does your creative voice ask of you?
I hear mountains and the deepest darks most beautiful seas. I grow gills and wear feathers simultaneously.
Snow flurries fit me with the finest yet simplest robe of silvery-white.
Silence welcomes me into my lapis-lined cave adorned with pillows and the softest blankets.
Music plays in the back corners of my mind and the room spins freely and sings — you’ve got what it takes.
Imagination explodes on the offbeat. And the boundless possibilities to harness silence feels so delicious it’s as if walking upside down and inside a handful of cashmere clouds.
The foreground becomes the background and dark and light embrace to the golden colors of gray’s luminosity.
Limitless sequences pray with the earth and the ground grows up as it pulls me down to rest next to the evergreens loving boughs.
Footprints left by a mysterious wild fellow creature writes a story so ancient even the ghosts gather ‘round to listen and nod with delight.
Creativity is a freefall with no net in sight but felt with a reverence of please, please gift all you might.
And with little or no sleep the quietness calls me to stretch out and be complete without the answers and to understand the sequences are a puzzle unwittingly shaped into soundlessness and heard as a universal heartbeat.