UnInspired.

Today I felt uninspired.

Perhaps I felt

Inspired to crawl out from within 

the dungeon called

Uninspired

But alas that aspiration was not 

Enough.

We, the creators, must silence all

The muddle and muck of 

Colour and noise that means 

Nothing 

Isn’t it a thief

Insta-bytes and uninspired blubbering

Of content 

Steals away true, authentic, gut wrenching 

Soul transforming, awe inspiring, visceral 

BEAUTY

uhhhhh, I want to throw up all the hours

Of consumption of 

Fodder and fast food art and words

You, you, you 

You spit them out 

thinking they hold worth because they are

Out there now

But existence does not equate value 

When we are speaking about 

Reflection and

Opinion

A diet rich in uninspired, self gratifying 

Head puffing up dialogue and 

Tiny squares grows humans -

Lo! Humanity -

Of a mundane, systematic species

Bent toward regurgitating uninspired 

Vomit for the dogs.

How to change ones diet

Or transform ones frame?

Are you asking?

How to become inspired again?

How to have something worthwhile to offer the world, the child, the dying man?

How to bring quality and calibre to the noise?

How to be a harmonious symphony amidst the traffic of 

man-made opinions and ideas and constructs that 

SUCK OUT THE LIFE?

Let’s be Silent 

again.

Let’s wait. 

Shhhhhhhhhhh.

Do you hear that low grade whisper 

that hovers over the dew 

that rests on each blade of grass

Quiet! 

Atoms vibrating on the sunrise 

and if you still yourself

You’ll catch them and eat them 

and be nourished again

Turn off what’s in your hand 

and turn on your soul 

once again

Pause in the afternoon.

Let air and oxygen and 3pm sunshine 

Wrap

You 

Up

Find the slivers in the atmosphere that open

You up to something spiritual 

And eternal 

Sit with it

Wonder again 

Ru-mi-Nate

Drink of the Voice

The great Inspirer 

The Beginning of all true

Philosophy and Idea

Andi

Be beauty again.