Overtaken

Unable to channel the inspiration
It swirls around in a storm
Maddening in its strength
No direction to be found
What to do with all of this
So much room for opportunity
If inspiration cannot be funneled
It will be stale
Dead
Allowing the divine to speak through me
The touch of light and shadow
Shaping my life
Guiding my path
My dreams made real
Inspiration is the touch of the Divine
Demanding expression and life
Living the beauty that throbs within
How hard to birth that light
The struggle and glorious power
Inspiration is born
The form unknown
The strength near to pain
Oh how will it take form
How will I live my dream
Pulling and drawing the beauty
From within to without
Drawing on the cloak of light and possibility

Normal

When all else falls away
The longing deep within makes known
Looking back at possiblities gone
Regrets and dreams comingle
Where are the opportunites of old
Where have they all gone
Before me now only plodding normal
Nothing shining, nothing glittery
The future once so unknown
The path once twisted delightfully
Now all is straight
No more pitfalls to navigate
The loss of the unexpected
The gain of stability
How in my love for chaos has this happened
Where did the magick go
Twilight has faded and night is over
Dawn is past and the light is all around
So much possibility
Yet no more surprises
Where has the mystery gone
Where did the magick go
It must be found to unlock the gate
Leading to the garden
Where the seeds of growth are planted