it's not like I have to wait for insight or inspiration - there is an infinite supply of beauty in the world, and more so, it's all available through each moment at hand. There is nothing that I have to strive for in this regard, creativity may be a process, but there's a constant revelation of the artistry of the universe at play here. My only role is to open fully to the view, or perhaps better told, to simply see my own exposure as the view itself. As such - to write of my own nature in description of a flowers reach through air, that I am seasonal too, and given in part to ground, as well and equal belonging to the sky. I am inspired by simply being. This, then, is my only real insight - that I am life and provided for through every means of its expression.
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Peace,
Eric
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