The sojourn of authenticity
requires allegiance to the soul.
I’ve attended every conference,
consulted every oracle.
Somehow it still comes back
to choices, my receptivity.
Words into patterns,
designs into formations.
I am now the soothsayer and believer
of mixed religions, of nothingness and foreign poets.
as restless and rebellious as Whitman,
I follow the plains of Diebenkorn
wanting to sculpt boxes like Nevelson,
seeking the vast hermitage of O’Keeffe,
settled momentarily on a patch of desert
believing in crystals while Yosemite burns
I cast rose petals for the spirits of the departed,
Even my name is a paradox.
What would Krishnamurti say?
Journal prompt: Try a free write or stream of consciousness poem about how creativity influences your life. Who are some of your favorite artists?
What words jump out for you today?
In this poem I cited artists, writers, and poets who have inspired me.
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