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The
Artists Calling
I hear
the voices in the air calling me, feeling the breeze of inspiration lifting
me from the stale catacombs in the mind. I will listen to them this time,
and appreciate the melodic voices that are enchanting my daily routine.
It is an extraordinary secret that I can only share with others by echoing
the exquisite tonal quality. It carries the weight so gracefully. The
rhythm of balanced, focused, insured, and grounded music; just stop and
listen, damn-it. Damned are the preoccupations of self doubt and overwhelming
concern. Knowing and not doing are equal to not knowing at all. The ultimate
fool seems to keep testing fate as though truly he may have the power
to have the totality of answers. God, the exultation of feeling the enrichment
of sensitivity; I am thankful to be alive. I desire not to live as a hypocrite
does, really, and this is a difficult task for there seems to be always
limitations that we are struggling to thrust ourselves from. I believe
that the divine world of God mustn't be limiting; Innocence is the gift
that we were born here with, and to believe that there may be other ways
and means of understanding the ultimate truth is only misleading. This
is purely a gut reaction and with sincerity I am abstractly holding faith
for God. I am only beginning God to understand. This understanding is
that I have been amidst an unnecessary amount of chaos to seek a miracle
from powers that is beyond any mortal's control. I believe that I will
surrender this time to what I feel that I have been battling with for
quite some time. I hear God's calling. It has been such torture when I
was separated from God. No mortal human being can ever fill this space.
God I desire not to be supported through the world of pretensions and
a passion for the realm of the entire facade of it all. God why is it
that I should feel condemned by the gift that I was given…that of creative
passion? I find it torturing to suppress myself with the clutching fear
and insecurity. It's an addiction to an illusion that has also been a
hindrance in my life. What about imagination and creativity? Does it not
root from you God? I remember the experience once that changed my life...
This was one that was the artists calling.
©Catharine
J. Nicely
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Contradictions
of an Artist
To create
and express from the depth of the soul, seeking what could make the existence
more whole... not creating and thinking about "to sell" this end pursuit
puts an artist through hell. Yet how and what will support the existence,
when no patron, and then the lack of persistence to thrust oneself and
the works forth with ego seeking attention, sales and success from a show.
To sell a part of the soul feels like prostitution which creates for the
artist a no-end resolution. Yet perhaps one accosts a work of art to adore
Drawn into the inner content and more. It is a request for the artist
to share a transaction here that naturally is quite fair. The works of
art are passed on to new hands, a journey of fate...the artist understands.
A new transition Thanks to an exhibition The artist immerses again in
a prayer, inner reflection but rational focus is rare. The satisfaction
is found in the creative process Seeking harmony and peace for success
Guiding are the musical interludes the journey within seeking solitude.
An inner connection, a sort of integration from the external chaos, internal
segregation of the various masks, roles that are played for the survival
of the fittest, sacrifices are made. How much of ourselves are the essence
of truth, how often are we seeking our inner pains to be soothed. In the
weather it is sought to reflect, what in the heart and soul may be defect...
the nerves so finely tuned to essence of nature, although the truth to
the mystery is pure and we ourselves only a small little fragment of the
whole plan of course, of what God sent Perhaps not an ominous "Ziel" But
definitely a real... Journey, blossoming, developing, learning And with
all the heart there is this yearning To have a little golden drop of God's
delight Helping, hoping, perhaps create a beautiful sight Independently
from the ego's stance, created for the spirits of God to dance.
©Catharine
J. Nicely
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