sing ’em anyway you please they’re a love letter from my heart to YOURS 😀
A creative reflection…
Why…
Why am I…
Why am I creative?
What shoe fits?
Is there anything out there that really makes me tick?
How do I find IT?
How am I one of an innumerable kind?
When do I finally stop grasping at strings?
What steps can I take toward seeing
the greater scheme of things?
In what ways am I wealthy?
Does what’s in me aid me?
What am I to make of these scattered pieces?
And when will their collective view
add up to anything useful?
Like, why am I writing?
Who are we fighting?
Why keep trying when no one ever knew?
How does my piece fit into the pie?
What’s my hue in the grand scheme?
Why would my weak pen become the sword I swipe with?
Maybe the divine irony of Achilles Heel becoming the Great Escape!
The tool to capture fleeting pictures
and paint them into words I’ve learned to love so much…
So much it might just crush me
And in the end, make me new.
BE the gluey logos filling all the cracks created in me.
Cure these questions One Truth at a time!
Like…
Is there a Deeper Essence, a purpose so profound it can’t be found?
Simplistic cures forced underground by their complex counterparts.
Fraudulent imposters and broken things always over complicate things…
All these inklings plague me into motion,
Fuel to the fight for further insight…
Dark to light, burst through the plight!
Bust through the lies blinding me, binding me, tethering me down
Keeping me from exploring the profound,
bound to the grounds they set before me and you…
How long can the truth be still and quiet while surrounded by flies?
all these questions I can’t quite wrap my tiny mind around…
Like, what must ONE be to orchestrate such a thing?
I can only imagine such a being…
To what can one compare Infinity…
There is only ONE…
How can I find what can only be found when it’s spent?
Where do I find more of it when my supply seems at its end?
How can I demonstrate what can’t be bent or swayed to submit?
How can anyone claim or label what can only be known by ITs own way…
I can’t… But, how would I?
What is the plot of this adventure I’m on?
Am I missing the point?
Or is that the point…
Admitting defeat, maybe my way was wrong all along?
If that’s the case, I have nothing to go on…
Can I ask for a clue? Something to point to?
A North that’s true?
Are hints, signs, and wonders too much to ask for too?
I’m talking to YOU, the only ONE who’s seen…
I mean, that literally means
we’re talking about Infinity here.
and let’s be clear,
I get it, I’m less than a drop comparatively speaking…
and yet these questions keep bubbling up, with no one to provide the truth through…
There’s something in everything…
So, I’m asking honestly, from the heart of me…
How can I be in unity with Everything?
How can I reach what my eyes and ears can’t touch?
What am I here for ultimately?
Or, maybe more importantly,
how can I be of service to the grand plans unfolding?
Don’t keep me in the grandstands,
Not even the nightstand will do.
Take me into battle with YOU!
If that’s where YOU’re heading to
count me in.
I want to be YOUR tool… YOUR weapon
even if it paints me into the position of ‘fool’
to the learned ‘old school’ funky and uneducated
… I’ll take it.
So long as you’re my defense and my substance…
Arm me with your symphony of good sense
Be my defense, my entertainment, my confidence…
Confide your secrets in me… even just one nugget,
I promise I’ll try not to be greedy
But I want to see all you meant me to see
Be all you made me to be,
I wish to partake in the buffet you’ve spread before me
Then, free me to spread the gravy freely…
I’m saying, in your presence,
in some sense above my head,
I’m not fully grasping…
It would be literally nothing for YOU
to do anything I could ever imagine.
So in every sense,
I turn my imagination over to YOU
Please fill me…
YOU are the maker of all good things.
YOU make all things new.
Lately, feels like I’ve been fishing and coming up empty…
So… I’m asking
to pass all things me through YOU for proof.
How do I gain better soil?
How do I spread the good seed you’ve given me?
How do I spot the weeds inside me
and keep them from spoiling OUR connection?
How do I best use every piece YOU’ve offered me
to see YOU more clearly?
I think that’s all I have, for now,
thank you for loving me into time out with you.
HalleluYAH!
Amen.