Monday, November 9, 2009

Day 2...I will continue

The muse is trapped. She is feeling stuck, in a cage, looking for an exit. A day of inspiration when the words will begin to flow. Has been so long that this women is feeling the slipping away of time...time is running out and there is so much to be told.
It began long ago when this woman stepped out of her cave and began to be aware of the world around her. There was so much to do and so little time in which to do it. The words swirlled around and around and after hours all she had was a blank screen. What had happened to the time, what had happened to her words, where was her heart, where was her soul? Where did it go? One can never be certain of the time...
For many years this woman lived her life for others. In the process she lost herself. Her dreams, her hopes sat on the shelf, like dusty books....the bindings waiting to be cracked...you know those old dusty book, yes you have experienced them, they need to be read, they need to be opened....the bindings need to be broken, read time and time again. What happens to the books that are never read? The wisdom of the ages lost forever...
And on and on she sits and stares at the blank screen, waiting for the muse to come forward and in her exasperation she screams inside...longing for something new, something vibrant to break forth in glorious song, in heartfelt music, harmonious in the telling, playing a symphony of sounds....one chord building upon another until the melody overtakes the harmony and makes beautiful music...music that tells of the sounds of the soul...
And in her longing she realizes that the music can only be played with the beating of her own heart....her song...her heartsong...
And the beat goes on...

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