Creative Source

there are times I fear that my creative source has been exhausted, a morning without new ideas to write of, and it all feels slightly dry in my attempt to put even a few words together and commit them to the page, Fortunately these moments are few and I mostly write free of any concerns for the sake of my creativity. Usually, writing just seems to flow and ideas arrive completely on their own, no search on my part for any inspiration - I'm tapped in fully to the source. 

of course there's never any true separation, there's no creative source that resides anywhere but exactly where I am now. Everything about me is creative, fiction really, a story that reality tells through the work of particles, atoms, molecules and cells. Mostly I am the emptiness found between these infinitely small items, a construction of convenience in order to know myself as form. This is the very same creative source that has made the world in it's perfect order, everything balanced so easily, almost delicate in how it all seems to fit together in appearance. I am part of this perfect order, belonging here, an aspect of life that's endlessly repurposed for the benefit of the whole, consisting of elements that once exploded in a creative burst from a dying star, elements born from the exact moment that space and time came into existence. 

the truth is...there is only the creative source.

and I am that.

so are you. 

so creativity itself can never be exhausted, it's just a misplaced fear on my part, and there doesn't even need to be a solution. Words always find me, a theme appears, inspiration arrives most every morning eager to be expressed through my own unique style - and on those rare occasions that I find myself waiting for a words appearance, unsure of my connection the creative source, it's only a matter of waiting, reminding myself that this too is the process of creation. 

silence is where words are formed.

and I'm residing at the source.

~

Peace, Eric