create

 “Creativity - like human life itself - begins in darkness.” Julia Cameron

something grows within what is it?
at first blind

gasping for the breathe

of wisdom

grasping for fundamental form

groping for manifold meaning

and I have to ask - can I this time again

ignite the spark of inspiration

so that it burns and burns through days and nights

until it may once more reach the blessed light?

something stirs in darkness what is it?

at first barely perceptible

but expanding like an anxious thought

until it fills my whole body

and blinds all reasoning

o can I one more time

lean towards this impulse

enter into utter silence

in order to listen … to hear

can I again make the choice to walk

by faith and not in fear?

something is asking to be born What is it?

An image, a word, a sound emerging

from an underground cavern 
like a child longing to be seen, fed

understood

and I have to ask again – can I give my body

to the blood, pain and tears

of such a birthing?

can I breakthrough the barrier of my resistance

To nurture the seed so depending on me

for its existence in space and time?

something rises and disappears What is it?

a Truth heard /a Beauty seen / a Goodness felt

embedded so within the thing created

these three seem to me to be like birds in solemn flight

headed in unison towards some distant shore

o can I, one more time, give up everything to follow them

through the misty haze, through long nights, and longer days?

something fills my mind What is it?

the knowledge that I the creature, created

is creating

in the very act it is as if a veil is removed

and when the work is done a cry pierces the world

part of me may die

but, ah, Reality for a fleeting moment only

reveals her hidden depth and inner worlds do collide

© Sarah Fordham, 7 Sept 2012