This poem was ‘found’ on page 80 of Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way (totally amazing book, if you haven’t read it).
I have noticed
an unpleasant
evasion.
The creeping feeling that
this possibility
will stay lost
in the
extreme emotions of the pages themselves,
unable to perform
a course adjustment,
if I don’t
write the truth.
Her certainty in her own strength.
Maybe.
But who lives without question for what’s
to be?
What do I believe
and where can I imagine,
living a life without my favourite destination?
I accept bliss
and, of course,
the complete self.
Something about my recent joy has made me certain
that I must love in stupid excess.
I have to.
So I write.
I asked for guidance on my journey.
I’m entering life again.
It will happen.
The simple I need,
to have blessings.
My hands sign with love.
The pattern of your soul
is a result
of your willingness to surrender,
experiencing possibility.
You yearn
for rest,
like lying down
inside and writing.
Write of your progress.
Found on page 85 of Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way.
The first stars
sang,
calling forth
everything I had been craving.
I was sure
the soul would forgive.
I waited.
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Found on page 195 of Eat Pray Love.
Have a fantastic weekend!
I’d like to start sharing found poetry.
Mostly I ‘find’ my poetry within the pages of books I’ve loved (and bought extra copies of from second-hand bookstores just so I can cut the lovely words out). At the moment the two I’m most using are The Artist’s Way and Eat Pray Love.
I’m quite new to this and am just finding my way, but it’s lots of fun.
The Artist
When people feel
the light
of art,
it brings healing.
The artist may feel
mysterious vulnerability.
They call it
invisible achievement.
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