Creative Clarity

Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to see things in a completely different way.

Creativity is a shape shifter. It is something that is not defined with pattern. It carries with it, its own mentality. One moment it takes upon itself this form, the next that. Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to see things in a completely different way. It is this bedazzling spirit that appears to all of us, yet is hard to identify its existence because there is not one of us that can agree upon what we read or saw as far as ourselves or our eyes are concerned.

Are the wielding of colors upon canvas, just as similar as paint chips and wallpaper? Is this evident of its creative existence? What about a pen versus paper, a rosebush bordered along a garden path? Yes and yes. What about the cooking up of love’s revolution? Why the hell not? Is it touching with delicate love the petals of a rose, or pulling off the Big Sweat of the swelling summer, or tying upon your line a pale morning dun because the trout see them better in the morning sun? Yes, yes, and yes. What about finding ones voice, or rearing a child towards adulthood, or better yet helping raise a nation from its prayerful knees? Hell yes.

Creativity is the tending to love like the orchard it is, finding the words that see fit. And when the cosmic thread finds its fabric, you sew the creative life that has been so graciously given to you. All of the above belong to the creative river of life. Creativity is the celestial river beneath the churning river of life, which flows from in and out of our souls.

Some say the creative life is in the living of ideas, some say it’s by doing, I believe it rests in the simplicity of being you. It is the love of something, having so much love for something—whether it be a band, a collection of words, an image, an idea, let alone be it humanity, that touches us in a way nothing else can. All that can be done to satisfy this craving is to create. It is not a matter of wanting or needing to, it is not a singular act of will; one solely must.  

The creative force flows over the spiritual terrain of our soul looking for the natural hollows, the channels that exist within us. We become basins of belief, tributaries of truth; we are the shallow pools, the serene ponds, and most important the sanctuaries of sanity.  The wild creative force flows into whatever garden bed we build for it, those we are born gifted with and those we have to dig with our own bare hands.  We don’t always have to fill them, but first we must build them.  

In lore, there is an idea that if one prepares a special spiritual place, then the creative force, or source of the soul, will hear it, sense its way to it, and call it home. Whether this force is summoned by the prayer of biblical proportions, “go forward and prepare a place for the soul” or, as in the movie Field Of Dreams in which a farmer hears a voice urging him to build a baseball stadium in the middle of midwestern nowhere USA. “If you build it they will come,” is a way of saying to prepare a place for the longevity of the creative force. It induces the soul to take the imagination to places that life could only dream of.

Once the inner river finds the estuaries and branches in our soul, our creative life fills and empties, rises and falls just like the seasons of a wilderness river. These cycles or patterns are responsible for the different climates of spiritual survival. Certain patterns of paths are the ones we must walk to get through the arid desert of the mind. Things are created; thoughts are fed, then fall back and die away, all in their own right time, over and over again. Creating one thing at any certain point in the river feeds those who come to the river, feeds those far downstream, yet even others in the deepest pools of imagination.

Creating is not a solitary moment. This is the clarity of creativity. This is its power. Whatever is touched by it, whoever hears it, whomever tasted its ingredients with the perfect balance, they sense it, they see it, and they are fed by it. This is why beholding someone else’s creative words, imageS, or ideas fills us up, and inspires us to do our own creative work. A single creative deed has the budding potential to feed this starving world. One single creative act can cause a river’s torrent to carve through miles of stubborn stone.

I have always thought of the following song’s inspiration as being that of creativity, more so necessarily than that of female persuasion. See you all soon. Thanks for stopping by.

—BeLove

A Silent Voice

A true artist is not one who is inspired but one who inspires others.

-Salvador Dali

As I ramble deeper into this wilderness of solitude, the path clears itself like I have never before seen.  The goodness in all things—they come to appear as one.  All that was once so complicated gives way to the simplicity of an inner revelation.

I now see that it isn’t as hard as one would believe to find happiness in solitude.  It is in due time that the fruits of gratitude are gently harvested by the labors of loneliness.  However solitude isn’t for the faint of heart.  It is a heavy-duty heart that is vital to the sound of deafening silence.

In seclusion we must carry the knowledge of compassion for all humanity.  We must hold a reverent demeanor for the goodness in all Creation. And still be humbled by the goodness in our own soul.  How can we endure through extended silence if we do not see the goodness of God within all that we see?  And most important is what it is we see when we look within ourselves.  It is through our own folly that our darkness divides us against the light that God has placed delicate upon our soul to reflect His goodness and become witness to His mercy.

We do not have to run away from ourselves.  It is adequate enough to turn from the inner darkness and walk towards His light.  For this is how He has it planned for us.  It is the only way that we are truly going to find ourselves.  It is not how we have built ourselves through our own ignorance, but how He has made us in his wisdom and reshaped us in His boundless compassion.  For it is His Will that our body and soul shall be a Temple of His Spirit—that our lives should reflect the radiance of His love and our whole being will then repose silent in peace.  Then and only then, will silence speak to us through the grace of the Holy Spirit.

It is not speaking that disrupts silence, but the anxiety to be heard.  The words spoken by the brazen man impose silence on all others, so that his voice may be the only one heard.  The humbled man speaks, so that he may be spoken to.  The humbled man asks of nothing except for the charity of God—then he waits—listening.

Silence is tidied in the summing up of words that we all have lived for.  When we accept Christ—it is by the grace we hear through words of faith. Salvation is often reckoned in a silent prayer full of hope.  Though it is sooner or later, that shall come the time when we must confess God openly before men, and then before the Kingdom of Heaven and all fallen creatures upon this Earth.

If our life’s purpose is poured out in useless words, we will never hear anything.  We will never become anything.  And in the end because we have said everything before we had anything to say—we shall be left speechless at the moment of our greatest decision.

It is through disciplined silence that the final expression is accepted.  Silence is not an end in itself.  The life of silence fans away the smokescreen of words that man has laid down between his mind and things.  In silence we see face to face with the naked being of things.  And yet in the nakedness of reality—that which we fear—stands nothing to be ashamed.   For the solace found in silence is as peaceful as a Springtime morning.  The unity of silence is clad in the pleasant company of an unconditional Love for yourself.  It is in silence that God teaches us to know reality by respecting it where words often leave circumstance lost in translation.

Silence is demanded when awakening from a spiritual slumber.  The whole of our life is a prayer upon the deliverance of our last decision—the only decision that will ever matter.  We also pray with contemplation through silence.  Yet there is a creative thread that allows us to speak to others—tying us all together through collective prayer.

In speaking with graceful ease to others with compassion, we can help them see their way to their own decision.  It would be better yet, that we help them down their own path that leads to the Father and the Son.  In teaching them hope, our very words teach them a new silence—the silence of Resurrection. And in that silence their faith is formed and prepared so that they may speak of what they too have heard.  And the Word of God will then filter clean with divinity through the being of all lost souls.

I have believed, and so I spoke.

2 Corinthians 4 : 13

—BeLove