Brewing within..

While everyone seem to be going about they business, poetrying, dancing, musing, preaching, surmising, gathering, I watch bemused and in some awe at the simplicity in the complexity and the complexity through simplicity. Occasionally comes a stray thought of my place among things, not as significance or morality or position, but as the value i bring to whatever there is. Unexpectedly I am reminded of a trait i thought i had from times past and with trepidation i attempt to regain the experience of time-forgetting creation - a stroke here, a mystical muse there, a tune here, a movement there, an expression here, a hue there.

I find me being wary of overhauling something already created but at the same time wanting to wash away the muck i see marring the beauty in most things, and often the muck i find is a stray thread that needs to be tied into place or moved aside to reveal the intricate pattern within.

Words! such a powerful medium of creation. They make the world seem beautiful or ugly. They open up worlds or shut out until claustrophobia. Sometimes they seem so superfluous, sometimes never quite enough to express what needs be expressed, sometimes having a life of its own drawing other words in its wake and creating a brilliant world. Interpretations! Intended meaning vs meaning understood. What misunderstandings they create! What worlds they bring forth! It is like a beast that needs taming, these words.

While i ponder on how to do this, creativity, experiences, dreams swell quietly within, pondering on the best way of expression.