"Inspiration, I believe, comes from an open mind. And, if nothing else, comes from the pure delight of having the privilege to be alive, able to see, taste, smell, touch, hear and sense the true wonder of the world and all of its magnificent people and entities surrounding us.
Inspiration is intelligent, not just intuitive. Inspiration is cognitively emotional, even sensual if one opens all of these human senses we are so gifted and at liberty to own.
Inspiration does not only arrive from immediate circumstances but arrives by turning to those 'photo memories' that lay, sometimes dormant, in our hearts and minds. Inspiration is science and art all rolled into one. Inspiration is allowing yourself to be free from past accomplishments, enjoying each and every time as if your first attempt.
Inspiration is breath. It is sex. It is food. It is water. It is shelter. It is a song of unity. It is the mind and body working in a kind of perfect order, even when it appears not to be!
It is the way light may filter through not just a leaf, but the insect that sits upon it. It is the magic of movement. Inspiration is a blink of an eye or a texture of immovability. It is felt by sorrow and by joy. It travels through pain as equally as it does happiness. Yes, inspiration is even portrays bordom, malise and indifference as equally as it does enthusiasm, purpose and intent.
It is anger at the way the world doesn't work, or a wish for it to be better. It is the marvel that the world works as well as it does! Inspiration is empathy. More, it is truth to ones own way of being, regardless of the consequences or temporary set-backs. There are never any failures in inspiration, even 'slow times' may mean a time to reflect what one 'knows' so that one is allowing themselves to reach even higher potentials.
Inspiration is sometimes like the wind, blowing things all asounder. Inspiration can be concrete and firm and sometimes even unyielding.
It comes through the laugh of a child or the sigh of death. It burns in every nation, in every home, in every heart, sometimes without the owner of it even aware of its possibilities.
It is science. It is math. It is chaos. It is the virtue of simplicity.
It, more than anything, is a privilege to even glimpse but once in a lifetime and have its fullment shared the world over."
