Inspire, that be a key word that expressed it be, a word that defines and governs the path one wishes to take, it can lead to many interesting sights and visions that unknown they became yet over that time one can see of them and picture their energy and presence. To be inspired that is one in which the eyes, mind, body and heart is led on a journey to a land rich in encouragement, support, belief, guidance and hope, a land that is never a far distance away yet its realms be forever only a footstep away. This being of course many factors namely person, surroundings, day to day sights, memories or even the courses of life itself, yet inspiration is never that quiet emotion for it be loud, colourful and bright and forever does it only ever increase its size and depth.
Inspiration that one shares is equally a high pulse of love, adornment and giving, to share that energy one feels from their interior is giving the world a colourful wash of uniqueness that the world itself inhales and breathes in the beauty that be personal inspiration. To inspire equally is the air of love and sharing, one can easily see how to inspire others is a path to a world where the personality is at the forefront of the giving, to feel an energy that be higher than other in the inspiration that a person can give to others and the world alike. I myself create to not gain a personal satisfaction in the creation I produce but I do so to inspire and give others that inspiration to keep creating themselves, to be part of a family and community, to join a unique express bus heading towards a land where any known possibility may exist.
I ask to you that if you knew that was a chance to inspire the very people you stood beside yet there be only one day to do so what would it be that you share?, would you draw, paint, cook, photo or write, which one holds the higher or bigger tone, which one captivates and excites the highest?. In that day there was many obstacles and barriers set in place yet the simple thought you had to inspire was the inspiration in itself, that thought changed the destiny set from being only a single day transforming it to many more days ahead. That be the energy of inspiring, a day that seemed to last only for one changed to many more, due in all courses to a love that forever gives to a person a hope of better and more long and wistful days that lay in store.
If a day was going not as excepted and far from view it be that inspiration in the heart that erases those grey skies above, a music that forever guides and sways the entire world to clearer and brighter days. Inspiration is that key to unlock a door that was once shut and seemingly locked forever, the key itself can thus unlock any unknown or known factor such be its power to encourage, support, aide and share its love and guidance. I myself always try to write my life my through the inspiration I feel, poems be that first glimpse, art be that 2nd sight and through my location and home all of these sources I see, feel, sense and capture add up to a world where inspiration is on every corner of my life.
Inspiration, inspiring, to be inspired, each title given holds a different tone and reflection yet each one is of same manner, to give, to share, to feel emotion, to create, to understand, to believe, so many options and ideas exist in these words that they can easily take a person to a world of love and happiness. I myself atone to all of these names, I inspire the friends I cherish, I feel inspired on each and every day in many ways, and I see of inspiration in my every sight, sense and emotion. I leave you with a poem that I wrote about imagination, a poem that I shared to the many friends I have on Facebook.
My poem…
This distant world, in my mind it be for imagination is held, my eyes see far out, this dream envisages my surroundings about, my sight leads me on a journey, this adventure is the inspiration for me, I go on an unplanned trip, walk, run, fly or travel by a ship, any option is mine, the clock ticks no more there is limitless time, limitless colours, set on a course with vast reminders, a map plays its part, one that started from my heart, to my eyes, then starring up to the blue skies, my mind explores this land, no name it have because I write its story with my hand, to the paper, always is this a place I remember, a centre for my happiness, if it be my choosing to guess, or to ask into what I see, then that is a freedom that denotes me, of who I am and all who I share, my future be one where always my imagination is there, not one day it shall disappear, it is the spectrum of my world that keeps my life most clear, most colourful, most wonderful, an always expression of my personality, an always expression of how my life does see….