Inspiration – comes from the Latin inspiratus (the past participle of inspirare, “to breathe into, inspire”
There are those who say – if you wish to write with skill higher
Retire until that day, that moment, you feel inspired
Like saying, you don’t have to love your spouse if you feel tired,
If you get bored, if it’s all old, if you lose your fire, it’s ok to love’s flame retire
But listen, partner, they’re dealing lies to us, love is more than just feeling
That over-the-moon, hit-the-ceiling, cloud-nine, kind of feeling
And inspiration is more than just the urge, the moment, the whimsical feeling
Of dullness peeling, high-hand dealing, light bulbs on in your ceiling
What turns the moonstruck lovers into good old timers?
Not looks, personalities, or matching souls, tis choice the binder
Choice to love, in sickness and health, poverty and wealth
No matter what is felt, no matter what life’s hand is dealt
Choice is in the middle. Like the strings of a fiddle
You can’t make a stringless fiddle go ‘hey diddle diddle.
It’s the glue that binds, the bands that tie
The only way to make love stand the test of time
What is it that separates the best from rest?
The fact that their inspiration was what brought them ahead?
An inspiration that didn’t come from feelings but from the head?
The inspiration that compels one to write despite being all but dead?
The understanding that inspiration is the state of being breathed upon?
And till the moment we pass to the world beyond we can the blank canvas breathe on?
What if inspiration is not what they’ve been telling, some moody feeling
Coming and going, ravelling, unravelling, leaving us reeling
But from the moment we start breathing we are capable of inspiring
If we would just learn to be breathing into the things which we are aspiring
And maybe, like the tiny ember can become a flame if we breath the right way
If one day we could learn to control our inspiration that way
We could start a fire that others see and aspire
And because of our choice, we then others do inspire?
Do you want to be inspired? Do you want to feel the fire
Are you tired of living in the mire? Do you want to get a little higher?
Then turn off the phone, sit yourself on your own all alone
And keep going until you bring yourself to the place you call home
Don’t wait for the feeling,a moment that’s appealing
A passing gust of wind, a temporary fixing
But become the master, the captain of the mind
Learn to breath life into dying fires and maybe you will find
That as you make your choice again and again and again
Your inspiration is always present, right until the end.
You can breathe life into the blight, light into the night
When inspiration becomes choice, it’s an unstoppable light
Note to the reader:
Do you want to write? Go sit down with a pen and paper and MAKE yourself write. Do you want love to last? Then throw all you have in, and when you don’t feel like loving, CHOOSE to love anyway. Do you want to master any skill? Then do it AGAIN and AGAIN until you are the master of it, regardless what you feel.