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The Existing Clock

There’s a clock in my home

That shows a different time.

It seems to have its own pace

It works on a different rhythm.

If I had to consult the other clocks

They’d say it does not work.

They would recommend repair

Or a replacement.

After all the job of a clock 

Is to work “round the clock”

And unfailingly show us the right time.

I don’t know why I haven’t done it yet…

Why I haven’t repaired or replaced it…

“There are better clocks out there,” they say.

I know. But my knowing 

Doesn’t want to act on its knowledge.

I like it being wrong.

I like that it shows me a different time.

I like that it is out of sync and free.

It makes me smile.

The clock does work

Just not in the way it’s supposed to.

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Inspiration

The moment is bare.
My questions stand as a reflection.
My answers are unsure of themselves
And refract in search of other possibilities…
Past impressions collide with present gatherings…
The pen awaits its first recollection.
I am deeply conscious of my own emptiness
Or readiness…?
I’m waiting
For an arrival…
My ability to wait
Is my only claim
To an inherent creativity.

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The Creative Mind

The mind creates
By virtue of its
Agitation and ignorance.

It brings into existence
The false, the temporary
The ill-fated.

Things that tempt,
Excite, threaten, entice
Or beckon us to themselves.

Escapisms-
That we in our ignorance
Believe that we need.

Does the creative mind
Hold a higher possibility?
Is there for it, another way to be?

Would it still create
In silence…
In an abode of peace?

What if it were still
Like a lake…
Reflecting all in its placid calm?

Creation then,
Would be an act of observation
Not an act of restlessness.

The seeing, the observing
The attending to-
Would be the creative act.

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Creativity

The truth

does not conform

to clichés

It cannot

be apprehended in

fixed forms

To create

is to render

a challenge

To ideas

that masqueraded as

the truth.

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Rain As Metaphor For Creativity

Creativity is born

Out of intensity-

A cloud that is dark,

Dense and laden

With the wetness

Of life on earth.

Unable to contain itself

For too long

It expresses all that it has absorbed

And as it falls in abundance

Unmeasured, uncalibrated

It quenches the thirst

Of all longing.

It dissolves all certainty

Through glass

That promised clear vision

You can only see the world

As an abstraction of colour and mist.

 

Ssshhh… watch silently…

A fashion designer is at work…

That moment that was a vacuum

That could only be filled

With inspiration

Now undergoes transformation

Soon the earth

Will stand fashioned

In a rich green velvet

The body will sparkle

With sequin-like waterdrops

On flowers that smile joyously.

All life will be rejuvenated

And a new romance

Will fill the air…

The rain cloud teaches:

Absorb from life

But abide in vastness

And when the heat gets unbearable

Hide the sun

Take away certainty

Descend on life

And touch it

Show life what it can be.