Inspiration Begets Creation

There need to be moments of creation that follow inspiration.

The gluttonous side of us wants to keep filling ourselves with more of whatever inspired us: music by a certain artist, paintings, books, films, theatre, poetry, food, sex, drugs.

We get a good feeling (or one we perceive as good) and we want to gorge ourselves of this.

But if we quiet our own background noise we will hear our heart and our soul and our mind and our body tell us that it wants to not only express the feelings aroused by this inspiration, but create something.

We desire to give birth to a dance, a ritual.
A dish.
A poem.

But most of the time we cannot even hear this longing, much less satiate it.

We wonder why we go through our day feeling a certain hunger and thirst for something we cannot quite identify.

We gather this energy and let it be stagnant like putrid blood that decays and stinks and spreads disease.

This energy causes us a great negative anxiety.
A depression.
Violent sways in our mood.
Confusion.
Tedium.
Instability.

When all we need to do is exercise patience and create.

Put aside the need to consume.
The urgent lust for too much of a good thing.

And so, while a part of me would rather be reading more and more posts by one of the wisest teachers whose work I've experienced, I take a moment to express.
To create.
To react.
To leave my footprint in the energy current of the world,
and thus
the universe.