A creative wind that cannot breathe without you who inhales
And the wind rushes you
Spirits your soul’s panging hunger to give …
To give the world some thanks for the air that will be
Still breathable by all when you are gone
It comes to you are the conduit of hope by any voice
So to pass the ineffable baton of being
With uncompromised integrity beyond the headstone
There is no selfish end game
No ego prize desired by indemnity
Fear not the gratitude of oxygen before you
Bare your inspiration here by name before each human step is …
You are not the wheel
You are not the planet’s body beneath your soles
You cannot hold gravity with your accomplished pride
Yet,
you can fail divine at the speed of light
Be imperfection on the fault line of beauty
Die and still live on as art touched you and your sacred ruins
Owning nothing but the honest truth in the throws of its inception
Giving, as alone a true receiver understands
And with your bare hands
Rip the dire value of your important self out of your dying moment
And here, in the next grave one
Leave notice of what living gifted you
Credit the pain, pleasure, noise, sights, sounds, intuit-cells and people. Love.
Endlessly say “good-bye with a thank you.
Inspire!
Let Insatiable hungers die.
Feed the creativity of life.
Parent the arts.
It Falls a Gift of Inspiration
For Challenge Café CCW9
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Elf Evans
Well said.
C.C. Arshagra in reply to Elf Evans’s comment
... and so it is a living gift to receive your comment here. Thank You elfevans.
Sally Omar
C.C. I love this piece. Sally xxoo
C.C. Arshagra in reply to Sally Omar’s comment
... and why does it falls so lovingly to you? :) Ah, I hear the spirit of humility laughing and singing to you alone the words your heart hears. Write them down. Grace be the spirits of your accountalbe inspirations’ fall. Thank you Sally.
Jen Whyte
How like a single breath of wind our lives are ….... yet we leave an indelible mark on all we touch …. your words are fleeting yet will live forever!
C.C. Arshagra in reply to Jen Whyte’s comment
Oh what a tender and insightful comment you leave here pijinlane. How all we breathe contains a creative force. whether or not we are even aware of the creative beings we are; always. How well you receive love’s gift. Thank you.
Ushna Sardar
A creative wind that cannot breathe without you who inhales!!! what a fantastic line C.C! you are amazing! love this writing!