9.21.14 The Muse- A Grand Thing, and Agile

It's no wonder it's so often been
called Muse, seen as ‘Other’;

Summoned fervently in prayer 

That we hope it will stick around

the creative dynamic
settling itself, turning twice as a

contented cat in a

favorite  plush chair

making itself at home, and remain to
wake close by our side in

morning’s indistinguishable light

then fall quiet, cleaving

up close to us through the night 

How amazed we become when we

slowly grow up with the

 daily awareness  that

something or someone

resides inside of us that

unfurls at the mere hint of l

oss or delight

or longing or misgiving; it

Hinges upon all our experience ; it
breathes as we breathe- and when
silence marks our minds

for the smallest moment as we

wake or as we pause in a

dilemma or possibly
meander down some

deep rich soil and

wetted wooded path it's

Hard stuff to contemplate being

without this part of us which has

always been there, I mean,

singing and speaking and

making up stories and

creating scripts and when you

sit down to draw, why

out grows some quiet new limb

So it’s difficult to imagine if we shall

ever be without this , which has

always been there while we

painfully grew ourselves up and

fell in love and

parented and worked and finally

began to age; we do know

many have lost this, for a few years, or

for ever more.

For it’s a grand thing, and agile , and
ferocious and proclaiming,
alerting us with secreted messages in
drawings, dreams and verse and we
know that we’re  grateful, that despite
all that's been unspeakable ,still
here is this garden that has
grown itself within us, blossoming and

Growing unimaginable

stolid long vines that reach
way to our core and then
out into the entire world, we find we
simply wish to express, with grace

our deepest and most tender
thanks