“… there is a moment that emerges when the creative process itself seems to "talk" to the artist. Those who have listened deeply to this "voice" that echoes the rhythms of the universe, and can recite its reverberations back into the stream, are capable of creating work that can enchant the very cosmos itself. So I have faith in the surrender and acceptance of the creative act and the humility to know that a great artist is but a conduit for an expression that resonates with something that is greater than him or herself.
— The Director of the Imaginary Foundation
Once in a while you get shown the light
in the strangest places if you look at it right.
— The Grateful Dead
Waiting for my life
to begin again,
for the dead clock to run
backwards to my birth,
for the dawn to bend
humbly over Carpinteria,
San Francisco, Death Valley;
wherever I am when it finally
when sugar of the orange
runs back to the tree,
airships float whispering
through my suffering sky,
the blue dog of mystery
meets me on the other side,
my scars fade to roses
and cities are built on my bones.
— J. Kyle Kimberlin
Patience by J. Kyle Kimberlin is licensed under a
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I came back to read it again – it's a gorgeous poem.
Thank you, Billie!
Especially love the second half! So beautiful.