The creative works that come through us have the potential to be the very medicines we each need in our own lives if we awaken to their importance as such. That the healer's role is to know their own gifts are rooted in their own healing always. Is that not ultimately why that which flows through any of us is trying to come through us personally anyways? Our personal work being ever that which moves through us. And if that is so for us, so too is it the same for others then. Expressions of all varieties and flavors therefore illuminate the medicine needed for individuals.
How differently can we then choose where our attention goes, to both release instantaneously any perturbations or inspirations as being rooted in much more than medicines we either do or do not want to receive interiorly. A road of very hard lessons has consequentially taught me the importance to make art, first and foremost, e'er forward, not for others, but to save and nourish our own life. That which the sum of this work is my gift I pay forward as the basis of medicine for mine own heart.
I write poetry
not for any others
not for any
outside of me
I write poetry
to save me own life
sometimes life
has delivered us
so much
that we haven’t
much more
choice
about it
I could write
words so haunting
into the darkest
labyrinths
of the human condition
most adept
shadow workers
could be made
to feel
entirely inadequate
in their shadowy
capacities
and their skills
of integration
I could write
flowery poetry
until all come home
and bring all of nature
and all heavens
alive in your bones
awakening
all time immemorially
once known
but that too
‘tis not the medicine
I need
and so such useless things
remain unseen
in my garden
where none but me
roam freely
