On Inspiration

What follows is not to be taken lightly as in past posts. Often I struggle with finding inspiration to keep practicing or composing or taking interest in anything. Inspiration is, in art, a necessity for creation. It is also an impossible thing to seize. It is merely approached with open arms and cupped hands. This is my best approach at poetically describing the process by which I think about, seek, obtain, and perpetuate a spirited atmosphere for my life:

A distant dream is the stream that brings things to mind from time to time. Things that are newly imbued with the genius that leads us to chase its face, so undeniably desirable, to the ends of the earth. But when have we worth? When is the thing of which we sing for our God to bring to us truly in our possession?

My confession is never; not to say forever, but only in ever indebted endeavor do we find that which we seek has always been there, up in the air. Waiting for now but then raining down, it graces our faces like toes across bases: fleeting, retreating, repeating. Frustrating to those who just wrinkle their nose at the thought that’s supposed when the things that we know are all melted like snow, for frozen are we who suppose to be. And what suppose we to be in the ending when we fin’ly find the object of our search?

No better is the getter in spite of their efforts. For forced would be the seed which cannot be but benevolently bestowed to you and me by what we cannot see. So greater the creator by listening. Glistening eyes. I see we long to be. What to do with such good news!

So watch me petition through daily submission. Being incessant, seeing in essence the presence of the cloud, be loud and proud with what’s found. More often softer than the breeze, it drifts away, more reason to lift than stay. The season passes with inaction; the mood, no satisfaction gained but pained to recall what was, is fallen deaf. Mind blind. Heart mute.

Waiting

…an eternity.

All that to say never lose heart for the things you love. Sure it can get hard sometimes, but it’s the only thing that makes us feel alive. Cliché for sure, but true all the same. I hope we’ve all learned something through this blog (I know I’ve grown through it) so thanks for wading through all ten weeks of it.