Being Inspired

Being inspired:

of being inspired - and it seems best to let the words come to me, that inspiration isn't so much a search for ideas and themes to write of, but more so completely letting go into the mystery of not knowing whatever words will next appear, abiding in the moment, patient. Inspiration is sometimes a small thing, perhaps a single word that leads to a cascade of ideas, or subtle themes not yet full formed, intriguing in their call to further explore.

 for me, most often, inspiration seems to stir as I listen to the world, sitting with my own silence, early morning, and without need to write at all. It's enough to simply arrive here, another day will always bring fresh ideas, and my only role is a readiness to receive them. Inspiration is silence translated into thoughts that bring a certain action, writing seems to be the choice of my expression, and so inspired, I write whatever words are given each morning, arranging them with deserved care and a devotion fitting the grace of their arrival. 

my only true art, it to be inspired.

being inspired is not something done, not a thing to strive for, it's acted through the means of an artist, that I am a useful instrument for its play. I love that I am not so important in my role here, just part of something larger than writing words that seem to be my own. To be inspired is to remove myself from any claim of ownership, as if a gift could ever be declared ones own design. I have no idea where any of this arrives from, not a single word, and it seems mystery and surprise are the true gifts, carried with me through the day, every moment inspired with the same grace as to what appears. 

and so inspired, I write, and breathe, and carry out my day.

this life is truly, surely, gifted. 

~

Peace, Eric