The Muses

Creativity. Please do read and drop a line or two. Thanks!

The Muse’s Garden

Creativity is;

Like,
a whirl of emotion,
a cyclone of desire,
a game of forbidden lines,
five senses spilling into nine—
many names,
many lanes,
like washing water dreams
.
Like,
a sweet release,
a healing grace,
a divine lifeline,
a white dove conjured
from a magician’s hat,
the taming of the Monkey Mind,
a message found
in a sea-tossed bottle.

Like,
a cup half full
with sunrise light,
a crescendo unfurling
like jasmine at dusk,
a cloak soft as twilight,
A flowering apple tree
The lit garden in the brain
dripping happy juices

Like,
unclenching the gut,
looseing the nerves,
mounting the black orchids of taboos
riding plateaus,
as though on rolling meadows
like finding Clyde to his Bonnie,
emptying out
only to feel full again.

Like,
chrysalis breaking into a butterfly,
hammering iron into gold,
dust remembering it's stardust,
choosing which footsteps
can enter the mind.

Like,
an idea in labor pain,
a notion gasping for its first breath,
a wanting that refuses
to fall asleep.

Like,
smelling noises,
listening to sights,
a headlong dive,
peeling away skins
only to wear a thousand more.

Like,
taking loss
and polishing it to a gloss,
doors opening like lotus buds
Welcome to alternate universes.

Like,
a divine blessing,
a marriage of heart and soul
with creation -

sighs turning into laughter,
storms blossoming into dazzle,
screams scattering into winks,
sketches bursting into splatter,
frames flowering into fame.

Like
snow to fire,
burn to ache,
murdered coffee nights,
and its sacred revelations
luminosity revealed
in every sentient being.

he, she, him, they, it—
each face
a petal of the muse.

Like,
a thought that must be relieved
in the middle of the night,
the courage to cross red ink
like wildflowers through stone
breaking bread
with the whole of self.

Like,
curating your own being
watering your wild garden,
sticking to the roots
of your truth.
knowing the end
before the beginning

@Rashi M