Origami and Sitars

Sometimes when I'm overwhelmed by all that is in my mind and stirred by all that is in my spirit I get restless and imaginative...I begin to hear a painting, and see the music..that reeks of insanity, I know, but usually when I'm this "out there" it begins to translate into a burst of creative energy. My "problem" is always deciding to where to channel it...do I go dig my chalk and/or oil paints from the laundry room closet? grab a knitting needle? exercise my fingers on the black and whites of the piano or across a computer's keyboard? do I escape to the acoustics of my shower? pedal my way through a woodsy trail or set my feet slapping to the rythym of music on the path around the lake? And, what would Jesus do...lol? Much of the time I allow this indecision to plague me to the point of wasted potential and creative frustration (aka doing nothing whatsoever)...but, tonight, I allowed the sweet music of some little-known artist (Eric Skye "My Romance") and the images I was hearing in his music to harmonize with those in my head along with those deep stirrings in my spirit...and this is what it yielded. By no means the pièce de résistance of my life or, possibly, even of my week; but, it is unpretentious and very "now" for me...

Origami and Sitars

My life folds and layers endlessly, in and over itself.
It will not fit neatly in a category or file easily upon a shelf.
Careful creases and haphazard diagonals across fine tissue,
And many strengths are talented enough to double as an issue.
An origami celebration set to the sound of a smooth jazz guitar.
Or the melody of a sad song playing on George’s lonely sitar.

“Not going gently” rises up artlessly and with great zeal,
As does moving on too quickly with little chance to heal.
Reluctance to lead; yet, desperation to “rage against a dying light.”
And still a prevailing need to discern what is and what is not my fight.
Dismissal and misunderstanding permeate so much of my relation;
But, learning, every God-given dream does not demand interpretation.

Simultaneously looking back to acknowledge while letting it all go.
Reaching forward with passion and trusting its upward, outward flow.
Scope and magnitude are limitless though, presently, confined to my dreams alone.
Though it is in the heart of their Master Designer that they truly find their home.
So with knowledge that God is the resource for fulfilling this passionate urge
I will rest in Him and, as a brave dreamer says, I will “trust it to emerge.”