Healing
Turn down the noise of life
and listen
Hear what's being spoken
Only listen in stillness.
There will always be distractions
The loud roar
that gets in the way of progress
The deafening sound
of other frequencies
that interfere
and cause mediocre tendencies
like a dense fog
that lingers
Take a deep breath
and exhale
Anything unneeded
Anything unnecessary
Anything that isn't useful
And inhale clarity
Inhale the fresh air
of creative space
the quiet litany of the lyrical
the soft words
that land gently
on the page
filling that which
can be
and was
without a drop
of peace misplaced.
Come forward
Be written.
Show yourself transparent
Just as you were created
spoken
written
healed
By Vicki Bass
Witnessing Paradise
Language is paradise
Words are my home
I come alive
on the page
witnessing life
as it is lived
I love to take pictures
with words
to describe moments
that radiate
truth and love
loss, and grief
I paint with various colors
that bloom open and wide
I am learning
to tend
to my creative self
as a well-kept garden
I feel alive
when tended
to with love
and attention
Ripe fruit
sweet to the taste
It is hard
to explain
the luxury of care
that comes forth
as rain forcefully pours
returning to earth
with no regret.
By Vicki Bass
Wonderment Reimagined
How should I begin?
Am I open to the fears
that tend to wonder into the room
of my choosing?
Or do I allow myself to escape home
to my blank page?
I love the words that appear undaunted
Open to the magical,
Open to fresh ideas,
Open to the desires,
that so easily surface,
when I'm still enough
to listen
I was born to tend
to the unnamed fantasies
that dance inside.
Red balloons
on the horizon
drift along in the ocean
of my thoughts.
A boatload of dreams
unfolding.
I name the feeling
of enchantment that tends
to surface and resurface.
Listen and hear the call
of wonderment.
By Vicki Bass
Dear Writers,
You are greatness wrapped in ribbons of yellow and green floating in an ocean of genius.
Being able to translate your life, your dreams, your trials, your imagination into words is a gift that keeps appearing knocking on the door impatiently awaiting entry.
No matter what surrounds you, vying for your attention, no matter how your emotions scream with distraction, you spill word paint on canvas paper and create.
Your creativity seeps out of your pores with the smell of lavender vanilla reminding you of its presence. Always ready. Always there. Waiting. You answered its call with the joy of knowing that you are writers who write according to the calling you received long ago.
Sharing our lives as who we are and who we are becoming on and off paper whether joy or sorrow keeps us. We keep going until it\’s done. Keep moving. Keep believing. The you that is amazing and creative. Imagination written on the walls of rivers cascading into the unknown. Listen for the words that call out for understanding. Listen as wisdom sits at attention.
Ideas unrelenting. We write and listen and dream and believe. Intersecting roads lead to the center as acute stillness reverberates.