Poem 169: canvas
Blank. Canvas. Paint. Begin. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Blank. Canvas. Paint. Begin. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Outside my morning window, two birds are having a bit of a chat. It seems that they want to demonstrate that they each can sing A song of their own choosing. Amazing how such so-called “unintelligent” creatures understand So deeply for what they were created: to sing their own simple Song and not worry about
“I’m just small time and I only play music in my area. I did a search for my company name when I set up the business 10 years ago. Why would I need to search for it again?” Or so I thought. That’s just wrong. I didn’t even catch on when I noticed someone else
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Spilling over to feeling contentment — Dread can no longer hold its sway — Waters of hope and longing and being Wash the well-known “lonely” away. Present to wonders of being the in breath: Simple reminders of compassion’s time. Rising and falling, the belly reminds us Of rhythms suspended like poems that don’t rhyme. ~
dragonflies are a lover’s best friend they do not pursue one another with that bashful fear we often see in humans they go after each other with playful glee and do not stop until they are attached one to the other ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
dragonflies run in circles do cartwheels around each other around the lilypads around the lilies that rise above them dragonflies rise high above anything imaginable to this kayak-bound frog ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
As much as we musicians and other artistic/creative folk might sometimes like to ignore it, branding is an incredibly important part of our marketing. It might be as simple as choosing a “quirk” that will allow us to be just that much different from other musical acts or getting photos of our art uploaded to
Today, if I could be any creature of my choosing, I would choose the dragonfly: For when I watch them circling about — buffeting against one other — I am drawn into their play and I long to be part of it. I know that in my current body That is not possible. So, for
Inspiration. Is it something to wait for? or look for? I used to think that if I just waited long enough, inspiration would come to me. It was a sort of “the-world-owes-me-a-living” approach to the muse. As if being an artist was enough to inform the world that I would need bursts of revelation and
One of the things I discovered while changing my business name is that it’s easy to become attached to things like names and mantras. That attachment (not being in the present moment) can be a significant distraction from things like creative pursuits: For example, making music. And in my case, the distraction worked like a charm. If it