I’m knitting you into my fabric…

How flexible.
How charming.
How alarming
How creative
How festive.
what an idea!
what a notion
what emotion!
But you are too big for me to knit
so, I’ll just touch your hand
with my fingers.
and you may  touch my hand
with your fingers.
What good hands we have
with such fingers.
Fingers are for touch.
fingers are keen to touch.
I like touch.
what would we do
without fingers?
I like your skin.
Skin is good.

We love skin.
We love.
We are.
I want skin to be ours,
and yours is mine,
and mine
is yours.
Where is the edge of the world?
Skin has no end.
it’s infinity,
au naturel.
What order!
What design!
What wonder.
What awe.
What a tune
What a rhyme!
What good time!
Where is the world’s skin?
Tenderly we touch the world
as the world embraces us.
It’s called love.
Love.

This  is love.

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Tucked away in William Blake’s poem, “The Mental Traveller,” is a line that elucidates one of the great mysteries of ancient and modern thought. He wrote, “The eye altering alters all.” Obviously, our own thoughts and feelings color our experience of the world. But Blake was getting at something much more fundamental. In effect, he was saying that how we see the world changes the world. We are not mere passive observers of reality but collaborators with it.

I have read that creative artists need humility in order to be creative

But what is humility?

As far as I can gather it means accepting emptiness. I have seen it expressed in the following sentence which I believe was first mentioned by Thomas Aquinas and it was also mention by the Psycho analyst Wilfred Bion.

This is it

You say, I have nothing I am nothing, I know nothing. In the emptiness of total humility there is a space into which creativity can enter.

Of course these artists and writers do not feel humble all the time I am laughing as I’m thinking of Picasso.

Apparently not knowing is part of getting to know something. If you think you’re already know everything then you’re not going to discover anything new, are you?

But we are taught to be frightened of emptiness and nothingness yet it is out of nothingness that something emerges.

In my dream I gsve birth to a child

The doctor said that he would die quite soon My feelings overwhelming made me wild

The Nazi doctor threw him on a pile

I lay nearby unmoving as I keened

In my dream,I gave birth to a chil

A week passed by,I knew that death beguiled

Frozen lips made no sound, song or tune

My feelings overwhelming made me wild

I had to rise and say my black goodbye.

My baby with the others;horror loomed

In my dream I gave birth to a child

I picked him up , when suddenly he smiled

I held him to my breast, my songs I crooned

My feelings overwhelming drove me wild

I had to carry him, the landscape gloom

A desert grey and rocky like some moon In my dream I gave birth to a child

In terror I had walked yet love consoled