"As a child I thought if I could touch the sky I could touch the face of God. As a man I learned that all I had to do was touch my own heart"
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Creativity

 

The soul longs to create, but as with every human endeavor, this longing becomes entwined with our sense of incompleteness.  We wonder if we are good enough, if the fruits of our creation will be accepted, or if they will be greeted by deafening indifference or mockery.  All of our wounds, barely conscious, whisper our perceived inadequacy encrusting the dazzling jewel of our creative expression.  Perhaps we still harbor the dream that our creativity will help us to survive in the world of the physical, drawing resources that we think we desperately need.

 

The soul longs to create, and that desire is an eternal expression of Divinity, of our beingness within the great river of life.

 

As with all aspects of the human condition (eg., relationships, knowledge, physical desires); fullfilment does not come from giving up, but from releasing the sense of incompleteness which underlies, distorts and tries to control. As we remember what we are, our creative expressions become simple acts of sharing, in harmony with the love that is our essential nature.  

 

We find, as if by magic, that when we give up the need to be heard, people hear us.