a poem about the creative process...
Ebb and flow
Wax and wane
Crest and trough
Rise and fall
Dry hard earth
and fruitful spring
hesitation
These are all natural rhythms
Along the creative cycle
You would be wise
To practice acceptance
So quiet your fearful cries
That you are all dried up
For dormant seeds are stirring inside you
All the while
Letting go is necessary:
Softly surrender;
And holding fast is vital:
Embrace faith
It is all part of the process
This uncomfortable ebb
And her impending flow
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