The Muse
Inspiration comes from many places in many forms, a poem
A short non poem on inspiration which can come from anyone or anything that inspires you , and this was inspired by a Muse. I have included "She Belongs To Me" by Bob Dylan because the words just paint so many inspirational pictures to me and his words often provide me with inspiration as well as taking me on trips to places the exist only in his stream of consciousness. If you have someone or something in your life that gives you this you are a very lucky person.
The Muse
The Muse Inspires
The Muse Lifts Your Spirit
The Muse Brings You Pleasure
The Muse IS Your Source
Hardship becomes something to conquer
The blank canvas starts to fill
Your mind comes to life
Thoughts and Goals Gather
The Muse makes things happen
The Muse moves you
The Muse makes creation flow
The Muse Inspires
The rain becomes a rhythm
The road becomes adventure
The light shines where you saw darkness
Empty Space is a canvas for creation
The Muse takes your hand
The Muse is always with you
The Muse is your trusted inspiration
The Muse is your friend
You CAN write
You CAN play and compose music
You CAN paint
You can do all you can do
Nurture Your Muse
Talk with Your Muse
Love Your Muse
And be a Muse for someone
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