Writer's Block

Looking at blank pages with a will to write,

A will to create excite and incite,

A meaningful thing that can provide insight.

But what I get is a slow hum.

A mind that goes numb,

Fingers standing still as I go through the doldrums.

Tumble weeds roll by.

In my minds eye,

The lights are on, but no-one is home,

I’m waving frantically, saying ‘hi’

To an idea,

Bring it forth.

Summon the powers of creativity

that can look at the cosmic sea

and say ‘chuh - just let it be!’

Then the electricity ignites,

The mojo excites,

A verse in my head does a dance of delight.

It comes out just right,

Not what I planned, but it’s all right.

When I simply let it flow it takes shape and takes flight.

And sometimes thats simply how it goes,

Stop trying to control everything let it flow,

Let it come out THROUGH you, NOT always FROM you - dont you know?

You are the paintbrush of the cosmos, not necessarily it’s hand.

Maybe just a fine hair, a delicate yet important strand.

Sit back and relax your ability is in demand.

Let’s get ready to do the bidding of the great creative commands!

Surrender to the powers that work before time began.

Are you prepared to be the conduit of the right hand?