So many luminous ideas,
a swarm of twinkling stars,
electric rivers with no beginning and no end,
buzzing with a restless hum of possibility.They flicker at the edges of my breath,
they dance in the hollow of my chest,
each one a small prayer
begging to be born.But time moves like a slender reed in the wind,
too thin to catch them all,
too fleeting to cradle their fullness.And so I hold them gently,
like wildflowers gathered at dawn,
knowing some will bloom in my hands,
and others must remain seedlings of hope,
until their season comes.There is a grace in this letting go,
a wisdom in the waiting.Not every spark is meant to blaze today.
Not every seed is ready to burst.I am learning to trust the rhythm
of birthing just one at a time,
to quiet the noise,
to surrender the grasp,
to be the vessel,
not the force.And in this space between longing and allowing,
I hear it,
the quiet whisper of my soul:
"What is meant for you will find its way.
Let the rest be light,
let the rest be love."
This poem is an invitation to honour the creative abundance within you, while making peace with the truth that not every idea is meant to be birthed all at once. This is a testament to the feeling that sometimes, creative ideas for my life, business and my art leave me alive and buzzing with possibility. There is an electric part of me that wants to execute them all NOW, and a more grounded part that knows I can only safely and adequately birth one at a time.
In a world that often glorifies constant output and productivity, it is a soulful reminder to trust the natural rhythm of your creative flow. Some sparks are ready to blaze now, others are quietly gestating for a future season. The art of surrender allows you to create with more depth, presence, and grace.
By learning to release the grasp, we open space for the most aligned ideas to take form, while holding the rest with reverence and trust. The creative path is not a race. It is a sacred conversation between you and your soul - one idea, one breath, one moment at a time.
Invitation to reflect:
What idea or creative spark is quietly calling to be honoured in this season of your life, and what might you lovingly choose to place in trust for another day?
You can listen to the spoken version of this poem here
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