I think I felt a spark of inspiration today.
Perhaps it was the light of evening sky against a foreground of trees.
Perhaps it was the coldness of the waterfall shocking me awake.
Perhaps it was the softness of skin half-hidden beneath last year’s fallen leaves.
Whatever shape it took, it spoke to me.
Grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me.
Urging me to pass on its message:
Life itself is an expression of cosmic creativity.
Don’t look too hard for happiness.
Do something half-arsed in reality instead of dreaming yourself sick about perfection,
and to guide you:
Look for the feeling of being alive.
I could be wrong.
Interpretation is hard, and it’s been so long, after all.
But I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna take what I’ve been given,
and work with it.
Love and inspiration,
Winterdragon
