Wolf & Sheep

It happens less than I'd like to admit but sometimes I get wrapped up into a beautifully creative mood. Where everything I touch comes together just as I had hoped, words, colors, shapes pour from me and it feels like I'm channeling some unknown muse/genius; the vehicle for their expression.

It happened while I was away in Sarasota very, very late at night while I was trying to work out some emotions. This little thing was born:

I haven't written any prose in such a long time and this just flowed from me, it was very satisfying. The more I read it and want to add to it the more I see how it is expressing very deep emotions from within. Here it is typed out to be read more easily:

This sheep in wolf's clothing. 

This skin will protect me.This fur will keep me warm/

These claws will defend me, keep me alive until dawn.

In the forest I will hunt you.

Through the trees I will speed/

Gaining faster ever closer, the space in between.

My desire growing stronger, my manners more weak/

Hunger deepens, but my resolve is meek.

I'm considering adding another stanza but of course the genius has left me so maybe when I am inspired with the Divine Creative presence again I will go back to it.

Watch this fantastic TED talk about genius by Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat Pray Love, she is adorably endearing and funny.

inspiration?

I found this poem in the Oprah magazine:

When you love someone.
You do not love them all the time,
in exactly the same way,
from moment to moment.
It is an impossibility.
It's even a lie to pretend to.
And yet this is exactly what most of us demand.
We have little faith in the ebb and flow of life,
of love, of relationships.
We leap at the flow of the tide
and resist in terror it's ebb.
We are afraid it will never return.

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

This poem is so honest and beautiful about the fear we all have of being happy or of losing something really awesome or something maybe we THINK is awesome. I guess it just reinforces my thought that we need to be fearless in life otherwise experience passes us by. You wanna end up in the old folks home with no stories to tell?