In this case mi amor isn’t even a person. My love is an art. An art that is fueled by alliterative words and metaphorical tongue. Honestly, what would I do without you, Poetry? Perhaps it is a little sad that I am referring to poetry as if it were a person. It may as well be.
I know for a fact that without my poetic creativity, my passion for life as I know it would fall by the wayside. I’m sure anyone with a passion that fuels them would agree. I mean, there’s always art and music. Truth is, I have a place in my heart for all the arts, but Poetry is just one of those things. It brought me out of a very dark place, as I’m sure many other fellow artists can relate. I went from an apathetic person unknowing of my purpose, to an extremely happy individual that appreciates everything in her life (both good and bad). It’s funny what picking up a pen, a paintbrush — even a crayon can do to one’s life. I know it’s a bit over-dramatic to say I underwent a transformation, but I did. The moment I became more poetic, I became more in tune with myself. Becoming united (or depending on your beliefs REunited) with one’s calling is a ground-breaking (need I say transcendental) experience within itself. No wonder why I am a mystic… and no wonder why The Beatles were mystics (for those of you who don’t know, they are my favorite band). I guess my point is that life is given a new dimension of meaning when one finds who or what they truly love. I can only imagine if I find both. But for now, I am perfectly content with the way things are. 🙂
Om & Poetry*~