I’m not sure what my poem title means

The phrase came to me in  a dream.

So I just wrote it down

On the hem of my gown.

Like a little gold nugget,it gleams!

If you want to become an artist

Starting  is what’s the hardest.

Embellish your desires

With Orpheus’s lyres.

And do not too easily desist.

The very activity of writing

Will set your mind and heart brightening.

The activity itself

Will give you its wealth.

Though even success can be frightening.

One   sentence leads on to the next.

Pretend you’re just sending a text.

Your mind will ignite

Like  gelignite.

As long as your Muse is not vexed!

More writing leads onto more,

Like opening a magical  door.

The more words you write

The  clearer grows insight.

And into your mind metaphors pour,

Imagine your mind is a bowl.

Empty,like an artist’s own soul.

The creative Muse

This emptiness will use.

Oddly this way os your goal.

Artists  feel low and inferior.

Their wealth is hid in their interior.

Your Muse will fill you

And give you your due.

As long as your desires aren’t ulterior.

Your desire should be for Nothing at all.

So you can never in the end really  fail.

The God in your heart

Makes creativity start.

So   wait quietly there for your Call.

All that you’ve done and have been

By your angels is ultimately seen.

So fear not the pain

It will be for your gain.

You ‘ll be like a tree newly  clothed with green.