sacred moments

And the sacred moments do come – if only we have souls attentive enough to recognize them – and courage enough to embrace the wild unknown that may follow the rabbit trail of creativity that could last brief moments or much longer (if one is lucky) – to discard the to do list long enough to answer the beckoning of entering another world – one of possibility and dreams of brilliance, raw with emotions neglected, awake with life and color and unknowns, new in a familiar way – as we desperately try to push aside the thoughts of structure and form to let the ink flow in whatever way it needs to in that moment – to believe that somehow these moments which cannot be forced or tamed are divine and necessary – and perhaps they are glimpses into eternity – although we may feel a bit lost within them, something fits and feels more right than the dailiness of life in which we tend to get truly lost