These certainly are trying times….economically, politically, spiritually…and for many of us, we don’t always know how to cope….and I think creative people tend to feel this even more intensely….so my friend, a very creative, spiritually attuned person, Stephen Fountain, agreed to share some of his insights with us….
SITTING BEYOND YOURSELF By Stephen E. Fountain (c)2016
(“Power of Words” (c)Lauren Curtis)
Sitting… for hours upon hours, days upon days and month after month, getting so much done, and yet, nothing accomplished. You sit some more, unable to see and wondering what you have been doing in the past year. Feeling drawn to this technological vortex, pulling oneself away can be a delightful journey into a world yet discovered. Sometimes you flail in inertia, as if on the event horizon of a black hole in the deepest of space. Who can hear you? I make my own music to reflect the sound of my heart. Paddling through the cosmos, taking my time to observe the regal beauty of stars stories behold, while the brunt of society focuses on their little box, sitting on the edge of their chair, while electors and electees waltz in a room that covers the doom of their lying gloom, and people, blindly aware, clap and cheer and leave their intuition and instinct to rest in a tomb. Surely the world has gone mad or has my isolation allowed me to view a world I never knew, that I thought was in sync with me. I feel lost in expression that has voided its own appeal, competing with sugar coated commercialism that they drink so wildly, as if they cannot notice their under garments fit so perfectly. Praying for change, it is me that has evolved while the world remains grasping in its ways. Where am I going and what will I do? Times like this obsoleting movement bring me to a place of screaming torched solitude, where I am in harmony with the groundhogs waddle and the hummingbirds buzz. I tend to my garden in beauty and peace, while at the same time I continue to sit and stare and my endless work, knowing that my soulmates are there, yet flattened and splayed like a supernova. What really is important when everyone is sounding their view and no one listens? Inside my process I hide as I yell and long for the beings of light and love to stop building their utopic doom. Like memory gongs, in a sea swallowing me, I transcend depths that become steps. Looking back, it was me drowning in my own illumination that the world had misplaced. They refuse to learn and instead they stay where I was. I hope they follow my steps instead of bedazzling in their own dread.
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