It has been a while since I have written something that would give me the satisfaction of having expressed. I don’t want to limit this condition by calling it a writer’s block. I consider this as an integral part of my creative process. A look back at the pattern formed by my creative growth tells me that I’ve always had to get off the track, get lost in order to find my way and discover newness. Mostly the drifting away is unplanned and happens unknowingly. The initial part of this phase feels scary like a freefall that gives a strange feeling at the core of my spirit. The stomach seems to get dislocated. Ears hear hollow sounds. Head seems dizzy. I get completely directionless.
It happens when a sudden mighty wave catches me unaware. It takes me in and makes me toss and turn helplessly. As if I’ve no will power of my own as a mighty power overrules my existence. It is the churning of self where the self is the matter as well as the grind. It is the reformation and realignment of the changeless self that must acquire a new shape. It is experience.
The only courageous choice is to submit to the experience, and experience. ‘Cause experience precedes expression. Experience carries the expression inside its womb till it is mature enough to be delivered.
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Well experienced, well expressed!
you should be more elaborative to the experiences you have made through your life
You will never get to know who I am.
meeting each other is destiney
very deep and true…true for all of us, but some of us embrace the experience and some of us retreat in our own shells out of fear.
Like an ostrich who burys his neck in sand and feels safe!