A muse is a harsh mistress.
She lives in the electric moments of a life. Which means at times she won't hesitate to use a electric cattle prod to stir things up.
My muse was kicking me about in some of the darker corners of the soul. Which then brings up and forth a desire to write to understand and come to terms of acceptance with myself.
Being ever changing this is a ever renewing process.
So I ended up writing:
Sitting silently.
Screaming with every fucking fiber of my body.
Sitting silently.
Screaming so intensely as to be struck dumb.
Waiting silently.
Waiting for anyone...
Somewhere in the tiredness, it stops.
Leaving a moment before free fall,
a chance to look around...
to notice the ladder I am on
holding on
looking down toward infinite blackness
looking up to blue skies.
Neither direction being what I desire, so I...
Jump...
Waving it all away to fade: to being back on my feet.
I make
my own world
my own hurdles.
The time comes when a person comes to release me.
It's always myself.
This is really an issue of depression which gets triggered by my bad allergies. I can and do handle it well. Yet it still pushes me about, with my muse being more than willing to step in and kick me at these times.
To illustrate how dark and far a muse will push one. My thoughts ended with this cheery item.
Hating myself so much
that if hate were a dagger
the oceans would burst the land with my blood
I mean this is dark enough that I even hesitate to share it since I know many people wouldn't understand this feeling.
(Unless you go thru similiar bouts of depression. This is not something that translates well without experience). However, on the plus side it would be a good little poem for a Goth site.
I do share it because my life is open. Nothing is worth hiding, if you want to be free, to have joy, to discover the wonders of life.To hide something from others is to hide your nature from yourself. So instead, I have learn to fully experience wonder by letting myself be myself. It isn't always easy, but it helps me find new edges to explore.
The beautiful thing about discovering a
Personal Tao: is you live! You always push on, to experience the unknown moment around the corner.
When things get bad, A Personal Tao encourages one to work and change things to become great. My Taoism has been a wonderful support for helping me survive my depression. As example: after writing that last dark feeling, My Taoist beliefs caused me to re-sync and find balance again.
So even if my muse was kicking me around. I turned it all around to dance with her in the sun.
Opening myself to peace, I walked over to a park to encounter my muse as an amazing uplifting moment:
A Hollywood style moment
Leaves spinning sideways to the wind
Lighting style of stain glass cathedral rays from the clouds
The type of light beams angels come to earth upon.
Standing mid way between reaching trees,
letting loose, letting it go bare...
it all spun about in slow motion time.
Leaves landing on me.
Leaves flocking in swarms to dash about.
Leaves dropping quickly to the ground
to be swept back up and off
to be taken far far away.
This all spun about.
A performance of a blustering fall day.
In time we all bare down:
to the dance upon outside whims.
Swept away
to the time
of our own seasons.
It was incredible being in the middle of a storm of falling leaves, all glowing from the sun, each leaf becoming a radiant burst of windy motion. And that moment is eternal: a place in heaven embraced in my expression of life.
It's about balance and discovering the grace of surfing thru both negative and positive aspects of life: It's this difference between the two which permits the differentiation to know heaven upon stumbling through it.
Yes a muse is a harsh mistress.
But she is a partner I dance with everyday gladly.
As it means I am truly living.
To my muse with love :)
Peace