The number of times I have had the privilege to create poetry, I have merrily ran miles to find a pen to ink down the words on a piece of paper. I would save myself from the despise I'd develop for myself at the cost of losing something that is priceless. This is one of the moments I would not wish to miss. A slight moment of overwhelming joy and it gets harder to hold on to the dimension. Intellect stops to work at this side of the world. It is like running with a basket of freshly picked farm apples, if you run any faster with the apples on the top of the basket fall off in all directions. A heavy price to pay for intemperance. I understand it's 2016. Neither do we have the unavailability of pens nor have the smartphones become self aware to wage a war against humanity. I am maybe old school but I find writing on paper to be more fluid than writing on a smartphone.
I never sit down with a thought of writing a piece of poetry. If only it were that easy. Not dismissing, I have tried it many a time but it didn't work for me. I earnestly have tried to write verses from the top of my head, I could write a few lines but until I don't get to live that experience within myself I don't find it worth sharing. I realised art is not an possession. Not of the person creating it, not of the person experiencing it. It belongs to the universe. It is sacred. It is like a divine insight into another dimension which we had no access to. Getting access to a new dimension can be overpowering. It doesn't take time for person to faze out of it. I am writing this post in the context of poetry as the follow up post of
A world of my dreams. This is the miraculous realm of art. Aimee Mullins, an American athlete, while addressing people in a TED talk defined poetry as:
"Poetry is what elevates the banal and the neglected object to the realm of art."
Poetry is an eloquent form of creative expression. It is not a piece of writing with critical assessment of current scenarios. It comes from within. We have a deep sense of regard and responsibility towards it. It is hard to conceive it because it is present in the moment of awe. It is like the residue of the intuition. It lives inside us, till the point we are overwhelmed by the extent of breaking it out for the world. It is sincerely empirical. The beauty of it is it can't be materialised but it holds the power to awaken the minds. We are surrounded by poetry of the nature. What could not be miraculous. We are living on a piece of rock that is rotating around a ball of fire. Is is not miraculous or have you accepted it as a minor happening in the known universe. There is a connection between two dimensions and we can only access it we are trained enough to be subjected to that miraculous realm of art. These deep spiritual insights can't be summarised into volumes of an individual with a frozen mind, who is not open to ideas or have built walls of protection to save oneself from the world will not witness the beauty of the world. We can either feel pity for them or work for them as lightworkers to awaken them to the this miraculous realm.
Creative process in art
Invoking the sense of this miraculous realm involves being present in the moment. Eradicating the heaps of impressions we have identified ourselves with. It is like living your life on the edge. You don't have the time to test waters before lunging into it. This is why you need training before being exposed to this miraculous realm otherwise it's always going to be mystical dimension for you and it won't be able to evolve to higher dimension. When you will realise that present is as fickle as fiction, you will never your life the same way again. These realisations have not sunk into us that why people are carried away by the materialistic outlook of life. Initiating oneself into state of yoga under a true guru, not the ones raking moolahs at the yoga centres around the world, is the clinical way of going around it. Paths are many but it depends on you what type of path you choose for yourself. When we are so drained of our energy to cater to a system that is not looking for human well being or saving the natural resources of planet earth that are being depleted. There is an attack on ecology and we are consumed in our lifestyles in such a way that we have forgotten our responsibilities as sentients on earth. An artist would never sit quiet. As for one who has realised the beauty of existence, there would be no bigger affliction than seeing people destroy what they don't understand. The revolution will really last forever, till the people don't wake up and shed the garb of comforting ignorance.
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