I created the above artwork on a recent creative retreat in Ojai and then wrote this poem about it. It got me thinking about inspiration and how, if we stay open to it, we can allow ourselves to be inspired by ourselves, creating an endless loop di loop of awareness and joy. I like this thought. This idea that inspiration is never far and that we ourselves are creating it into existence just by… noticing. This way, we can never run out of it. I’m leaning into this idea with eyes wide open. You?
she floated inside her patterned prism
like a ghost cloud in shades of green
emerald green because — her riches,
forest green because — her mystery,
olive green because — i’m hungry
Maybe I should just get going, I tell my bare feet.
’cause i can’t look at her
her eyes have been burning holes through my spirit all night
her checkered rainbow scares me
she got tricks
her left cheek — waves of peach and violet
her third eye — an orange box who knows my secrets
a mouth that calls me
with lips that won’t move
flowers fly out of her with increasing speed
she’s a gift i didn’t ask for
a present wrapped by confused hands
she’s too much to look at
some say i’m too much / so i get it
we can’t be everyone’s Christmas
not all have been taught to swim in deep waters
and the weather can be so unpredictable (don’t ya think?)
she’s strong and sticky
solid and wrinkled
i would unwrap her if she’d let me
tears of gold orchids and blue swans fall down her right eye
Maybe I should just…
stay a little longer
Waves of Peach And Violet