I have pushed the reset button
too many times, it seems
I can no longer abide by the idea
of starting over fresh
with each new sorting of the boxes
or tossing of the journals...
I am sick of starting over!
NOW I want to get to the middle
and bask in the mystery
of not knowing how I got there...
letting the journey take me
beyond the familiar.
I want to finish something and then
fill myself with the glory
of a job well done.
I have sorted and sorted until
everything is neat enough, thank you.
Neat enough to go from a beginning
to a next step and a next step~
even if what I make
is ugly or disturbing!
Too many things judged
in their infancy, never getting to live
long enough to bring the message
home.
MUSE! I ask you to help me
stop the shuffling, and go past the hunger
for new ideas
Help me swim to the middle of the stream
and doggy paddle for awhile
then swim to the other side~
I need help to remember that my art
deserves time
My visions deserve voice
and my music deserves a supportive rhythm.
I can't do the laundry first anymore.
