Creative Courage

A poem of the creative process and allowing ourselves to just begin

I love creativity.

Did I tell you that?

To figure something out,

to try something new,

to combine words,

and whispers,

into images,

and moments,

into writings.

Creativity is the highest form of wonder,

of awe,

and of creation.

It is that gives form,

into nothing,

that creates a vase of flowers,

from pure water,

that writes a text,

in pure form,

a poetic form,

without ever learning,

learning the syntax,

as it does not need,

it does not need the form,

it creates it by itself,

like words floating out of water,

floating out of journeys,

journeys in the body,

and landing on the table,

wondering,

how did they get there,

how did they show up,

what happened to the words,

the words, that came from deep within,

showing on the surface,

grabbed by the writer,

and formed into art.

Creatvity is the starting point,

the moment of the aha,

the moment of the white to something,

the moment of acceptance,

of something anew,

anew brought into this world,

the world, that we call home,

and that makes up our universe.

When have you been creative the last time?

What is your creative outlet?

Can you describe when it happens?

Can you know what it does?

That it creates something out of thin air?

Something for you to hold on?

And something for you to bring out there?

Bring out there in the outer world?

To shine and manifest and get seen,

seen by others,

to be inspired,

and to be lightened up,

to smile,

and to think for themselves,

maybe,

maybe one day,

I will also create,

I will sit down,

and bring to paper,

a piece of art,

a piece of innovation,

a piece of image,

a piece of wisdom,

a piece of something,

something within myself,

for others to see,

and for me to create.