This isn’t just a poem about creativity; it’s a poem for creativity. The intention here is to move inward and welcome something new to come through us and whatever work we’re trying to do. A key to creating with delight and ease, whatever our work and “why” might be, is to be deeply, sincerely inspired.
“In the end, she became more than what she expected. She became the journey, and like all journeys, she did not end, she just simply changed directions and kept going.” — R.M. Drake
Lately, my preferences have been turning new corners. My taste buds are changing and I’m moving in ways I never enjoyed before or thought I would enjoy but now, for some reason, am.
Different colors are inspiring me in ways I never noticed before.
I feel inspired not just to find the joy but to bring the joy, to stay in the moment with the taste or task, and to experience something new or even old yet as if with new eyes, or a renewed heart.
These are all simple things on the surface, but inspiring nonetheless. Small can be profound too.Deep in the wellspring of simplicity is wisdom. To take what's complex and make it simple again takes real presence and understanding. tweet this
The ordinary details, especially if we bring appreciation or curiosity to them, can bring grace to the surface and tears to our eyes. If we’re present enough, open enough, and alive enough, we tap into energies that seem like they have just been sleeping, and we woke them up because we woke up.
I wrote this poem about creativity because I decided to stop forcing and start receiving. I wanted to stop forcing my preferences on the world and see instead what I might enjoy that I was convinced I never could. My work was feeling too forced, too rushed. I decided to go with something new: the energy of being inspired for no other reason than to feel inspired.
I decided to choose the present moment, as fully and openly as I could, not to extract anything from it or mold it into anything else, but just because I wanted to feel alive again. I wanted to feel inspiration sweep through me; I was sick of striving, and I wanted to fly instead.The best ideas happen when we feel like we're flying, not striving; when we're flowing, not fighting. inspire someone
This is the spirit of creativity: opening, allowing, experiencing without fighting for anything.
When we bring full presence to what’s here and what’s possible, a different experience unfolds. Without that presence, it’s like we’re too busy disagreeing with or resisting what is and striving for something else. To first honor what is, is how we go deeper into what we do and dream—and thus we change the way we experience life itself.
I wanted to remember how abundant I am because I am alive, so I wrote this poem about creativity. Creativity, as I know it, puts me in the perfect position to express how lovely it is to be alive. And there’s no greater feeling than to be in love with life.
A Poem about Creativity
All I want to do is delight—
Throw the mask off,
Not care and not worry,
Not explain what I mean nor
Define what I do.
Just be whatever I feel like being.
Just relish in the energy of this moment.
I want to be so alive that
I feel like the moon,
Throwing tides just for fun,
Creating because it’s what I’m
Here to do.
I want to love the color orange,
Just because it craves delight too.
I want to cry because
I’m so in love with the miracle of
I don’t want to feel like I’m
I want to try and feel like I’m
I want to write the poetry,
Read the poetry, and
Breathe the poetry.
I want my life to be a
Messy mosaic that even I
Can’t help but fall in love with.
I feel the winds of fury
Blowing through me.
Even my bones are smiling.
I hear my veins pulsing with
Desire, like branches
Dancing in the breezes.
Wildflowers are waving and
The ocean blossoms with a new idea.
Crazy and beautiful is
How I want my life to feel.
Let it be. Let it be.
I write to be free.
I read to tap in.
I absorb the poetry.
And so it shall be.
And now I am this energy.
When you need a little creative inspiration, what helps you tap into that energy?
Tell me your favorite verse from this poem or any practices that keep you feeling creative and alive—in the comments.
Have a friend who appreciates feeling free while they create? Share this poem with them!
Create. Create. It’s what you’re here to do.