what is creativity?
what drives me to be creative?
why do I feel a burning need within me to create something new?
why do I feel a burning desire within me to escape into my dreams?
my experience with creativity has been that of desiring to manifest my dreams of freedom physically as a created thing
but what are my dreams?
I have realized that my dreams have been the result of my dissatisfaction with the nature and state of the world I find myself in - and I have dreamt of a world in which I can embody that which I seek to be in my dreams
but my dreams are ever elusive, I cannot ever enter into them fully and experience the freedom of self, the freedom of expression that I so desire to manifest here in this world through art
I have questioned why it is I am not apparently able to find that freedom of self within my dreams, here in this world - I have asked myself: is this all there is to me?
it had seemed that there was no other way to exist, than to accept the limitations of my being, the limitations of this world - and to settle for a life devoted to surrounding myself with the products of my imagination, manifested here as art that I have created.
is that then really true creativity?
is that the limit to my creative power?
am I doomed to express only discontentment and desire for something greater until my death?
to merely wander in dreams until I die, to merely surround myself with my attempts to escape into unbounded freedom of self?
I have found despair in the path of dreaming, wondering and wandering - trying to find contentment, trying to live, while all the time the question remains unanswered, unrealized: is this all there is? is this as free as I am able to be?
I chose to let go - I chose to follow those questions to the very end, even if it meant giving up all I had surrounded myself with - because I could not bear to exist only ever reaching for my dreams of self freedom, and only ever failing to attain them
I found self freedom, but not where I had looked.
I found that it exists in the most unlikely of places.
here, in every breath that I breathe
my breath, is the center of the onion of who I am
and I found that it was myself who had breathed life into the limitations I found myself trapped in - I found that it is myself here, who breathes life into the very reality I perceive - I found that it is myself here who breathes life into my mind, myself here who breathes life into my body, myself here who breathes life into all that I am and have been
the seed of life, existing here as myself in every breath
and I found that by returning here to my breath, I could begin to see the layers of the onion of my reality - I could begin investigating the depths of all that I am and exist as, here.
and I could begin peeling away all that I had given life, all that I had created, accepted and allowed myself to be, in the image of separation - separation from myself, separation from all that is here, all that has been given life through the breathing of many breaths
therefore, in returning to myself here, I face the true scope and extent of my creative power
I look upon others and I see them as myself - I see that the breath I breathe is one and the same with the breath breathed by all in existence
I see that which governs the very universe - the breath of life breathed by all - one and equal - ensuring that we will always create, and exist as the product of our accepted nature
and I look upon this world, and I see that we have breathed life into hell itself - I see that this world we experience is a reflection of ourselves, a painting of our own collective accepted nature - a result of our choice to disregard our own equal creative power - and thus, we live in a world where none are equal
I see that we breathe life into our own personal heavens, so that we do not have to be aware of how we are abusing our creative nature, abusing ourselves
I found that all can be forgiven,
each as the breath of life, can go within, and through forgiveness, release self from the illusion, and see that what is here can be changed - through self change, through the forgiveness of self
each will find that all journeys and paths lead here to the breath of life, where we already are, what we already exist as
each will stand one and equal again, and breathe free together
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Naughty boy Matti! It's not polite to play with other people's minds even if it is for a good cause...Is it? I hope your last name isn't Manson...lol...Just kidding!
khrafstra 2 years ago
lol
MatterFreeMan 2 years ago