Love forever unending love.
I have come to a strange point in my art...
My journey is completed. Every opportunity was presented to me -- those that appealed to me, I indulged. I am satisfied.
The period of my life that I now face seems not to require my philosophically witty, mentally-stringent interpretations. It just IS.
What can be said about life and all of its happenings? Anything I might say is something that is already infinitely available and understood by each person in their own intensely personal way. For myself, my understanding is complete...and I see almost no means to communicate that to anyone else. I just continue to feel the surrender in my heart that creates peace within myself. And the rest happens quite miraculously.
Poetry still appeals to me, as it can be made rhythmically interesting and can be incorporated into music. And I have been enjoying singing very much. I begin to realize that I did not spend the last seven years learning to play guitar to be a guitar player...rather, I learned how to play in order to become familiar with the instrument that is built into me! My voice! I find great release in being able to express my emotions in this way.
And yet, when I was out there...lost in the bounty, you might say...I found guidance in the artistic endeavors of those able to embody the essence of what I was searching for. So in this sense, I do feel somewhat obligated to use the skills that I have honed in order to provide detritus for any who may be in need.
A strange gift, I must say, when there are homeless, sick, depraved folks out there who could use a heckuva lot more than a perfectly rendered line -- an expression of infinitely accurate spontanaity, a gesture of divine guidance.
None-the-less, there is an individual freedom possible which transcends all limitations of time and space. I cannot advise anyone on how to open one's heart to it, but it has everything to do with Love.
My journey is completed. Every opportunity was presented to me -- those that appealed to me, I indulged. I am satisfied.
The period of my life that I now face seems not to require my philosophically witty, mentally-stringent interpretations. It just IS.
What can be said about life and all of its happenings? Anything I might say is something that is already infinitely available and understood by each person in their own intensely personal way. For myself, my understanding is complete...and I see almost no means to communicate that to anyone else. I just continue to feel the surrender in my heart that creates peace within myself. And the rest happens quite miraculously.
Poetry still appeals to me, as it can be made rhythmically interesting and can be incorporated into music. And I have been enjoying singing very much. I begin to realize that I did not spend the last seven years learning to play guitar to be a guitar player...rather, I learned how to play in order to become familiar with the instrument that is built into me! My voice! I find great release in being able to express my emotions in this way.
And yet, when I was out there...lost in the bounty, you might say...I found guidance in the artistic endeavors of those able to embody the essence of what I was searching for. So in this sense, I do feel somewhat obligated to use the skills that I have honed in order to provide detritus for any who may be in need.
A strange gift, I must say, when there are homeless, sick, depraved folks out there who could use a heckuva lot more than a perfectly rendered line -- an expression of infinitely accurate spontanaity, a gesture of divine guidance.
None-the-less, there is an individual freedom possible which transcends all limitations of time and space. I cannot advise anyone on how to open one's heart to it, but it has everything to do with Love.
posted by Just Greg at Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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