An Offering to the Muse
The sacred muse leads me
into the roots of humanity
beyond the surface of the bloom,
into the silent soil,
where the cradling darkness
births beauty.
Our relationship is ancient
running blood-deep,
my eyes open
to life, and in death
my bones will lie
quiet, covered with earth
while I sing still
with the East winds.
The attraction I have to the sacred mystery that pulses through our lives is an ever-growing one. When I think I can’t fall any harder in love with the beautiful contrasts of humanity, there I go, spiraling further into life’s arms.
It’s the art, music, writing, poetry that makes being human make sense – and can somehow even turn tragedy into graceful strength and grief into a sea of timeless love. Creative expression changes reality by weaving soul into the mundane.
My relationship with the muse is a sweet and gracious one that runs blood-deep. I experience the muse as the sacred intuition that inspires me to seek beauty everywhere I go. I flirt with the present moment; I keep my heart open to fall in love over and over again with life – otherwise, I may walk in fear of losing myself through time. In love, I surrender into life, I am not separate from it.