At first, it is a tiny rumble: Like the quiet growl of Warning from a protective canine. Yet it is not so much a disturbance As a natural shift to whatever Needs to happen next. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright © 2013 by muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
When you cannot explain Beauty, change, or any of a million other things And you want to explain it away with Magic or Deny it because it’s “Too good to be real”, Don’t be afraid: Approach this and all of life With simple awe And wonder. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ copyright ©
A soft light hovers and sways As I approach the doorway. The voice I hear Is inviting enough. Yet my mind says “no” while My heart says “yes”. I long for these two to be In tune, to harmonize and Symphonize. Both long to sing Together. For now, though, it is more of a dance.
Rain has been pouring, showering, Gushing and sprinkling all day. Until today, there had been only The memory of rain. The dry, sandy Soil had become crusty and sad. At first the rain pounded. It threatened to burst through Sheltering walls or smash through Clattering glass. Then, it dropped back to a steady Pour, drizzling
Yes. That is the answer my senses give to The question that has not been asked. No need to wait for the dramatic pause: Trying to slow the beating of my heart Is like asking a dead man to come Alive again. Yes, indeed. Unconsciously, my tongue licks across My upper lip. It might as
It’s enough to say I give my love away Too easily. Each time, my soft heart Breaks. I’m not that smart When it Comes down to stuff like Feelings. They do spike My pulse And set synapses On fire. Now with this Pharma Stash in my weary Brain, holding bleary (I guess) Expectations so Unspoken
Sweat pours down my forehead and drips, coolly, first to the pockets around my nose and then onto the desk in front of me. It’s a “good sweat“: the kind where I know that I’ve accomplished what I set out to do; where (even if the next step is not clear) my body/spirit is stirred
I have nothing bad to say about passion. It’s cool. Or I really should say hot. Coupled with stuff like muse, inspiration, talent and so on, passion offers massive motivation when it’s in flow. I so (too?) often rely on what I’d loosely call talent and my passion for music to get me through gigs and other creative projects
Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it! ~ W.H. Murray Momentum There’s a wisdom that’s come down through the ages that seems to really be true. Here’s my paraphrase: Wherever you put your attention, that’s what’s going to expand in your life. If you get
Unhung, the painting lies there on the table, pregnantly waiting for its completion. For it is incomplete. Face down, no eye can see if it is beautiful, ugly, vibrant, or plain. Will it be forever unseen? Or will fingers eventually pry the frame from that surface (intended as a place of physical nourishment, but relegated
