my tail waggeth not
yet this crazy Love’s still here –
you’d think it would flee
when the colour drains from life
but it just flows on
flows on – in and through
ev’rything thought, felt and known:
my refuge, my Love!
“crazy Love”? – what else can I call this Unknowable Presence that is not-other; that embraces ALL in its theatre of awareing, without preference or judgement; that isn’t a feeling, emotion or experience, yet makes these knowable; that is here, ever here, throughout the days and nights of this life I deceitfully call ‘mine’, yet know to be ITs own?
For a long while – a decade or three – I thought and wrote and talked a great deal about ‘creativity.’ I taught workshops, spoke at seminars and wrote e-books on the topic.
It was, for me, the Great Mystery, the wonder of wonders that would flow in and infuse my work in the studio. I knew it well, yet I could never pin it down.
I understood, over time, what seemed to foster it, and what seemed to ensure its absence. I discovered it would only turn up when me-as-artist, me with the designs-plans-goals-skills-aversions was absent.
Eventually the gap between my two passionate preoccupations – ‘creativity’ and ‘the sacred’ – closed over.
Creativity is exactly that immeasurable, unknowable Creation pouring into the space vacated by the artist-person, manifesting ITs own magic, shocking the daylights out of me with its audacity.
And the sacred? Ditto. In other words, nothing I could put into words. Nothing I ever expected. Nothing that could ever be known.
And yet – expression happens! Such a marvel!