That is beautiful, James. When I first read this, I thought you were quoting my poem. And I re-read the poem that came through. Sometimes, I don't recognize myself as the poet, and the poetry "feels like" another --someone else's-- voice flowing through my heart like a river.
Not finding your words in my poem, I come to yours anew and appreciatively, and say, "Exactly!"
What you describe here seems to be the heart of staying inspired, that ownership of what comes through is very lightly held, and even completely relinquished so there is always room for the new breath of inspiration to move into the open space of you. This was one of my favorite poems of yours. Especially, "Steer the ship with joy and purpose.
Beautiful Amba. I especially loved this:
The invisible current
that moves my life
through my life
in a dance all its own
When it doesn’t feel like a dance, or feels out of step, I’ve discovered it’s my step, not the step of life - that is off.
After all, life, is the perfect dance partner.
That is beautiful, James. When I first read this, I thought you were quoting my poem. And I re-read the poem that came through. Sometimes, I don't recognize myself as the poet, and the poetry "feels like" another --someone else's-- voice flowing through my heart like a river.
Not finding your words in my poem, I come to yours anew and appreciatively, and say, "Exactly!"
I love what you say.
What you describe here seems to be the heart of staying inspired, that ownership of what comes through is very lightly held, and even completely relinquished so there is always room for the new breath of inspiration to move into the open space of you. This was one of my favorite poems of yours. Especially, "Steer the ship with joy and purpose.
Stay awake,
and do what’s rightfully yours to do."