What is it that brings the creative drive into play? The urge to communicate, write, paint, sing, play, is so strong at times it is impossible to not act.
Others can bring our energies 'up' as the Chinese Taoist teacher said. “Bring it up”. Stand up, you can't move the air if you sit.
The brush has its own life. The paper absorbs. The ink speaks. The fingers work on their own at times. Thrill, mystery, union of a deeper self. IT is the essence of Life, this creative force streaking through our moments.
Awake or in sleep, or wandering in the no-man's-land in-be-tween we can pose the questions, write the masterpieces, draw a unique version, sing a new chant to All mankind in time and space.
We don't know from whence it comes or where it goes. Go with it! Let it out. Drop the past and write the present with thrilling uncertainty and awareness. Accept that shock of new becoming!.
