Poem – Inspiration

Inspiration is a blessing and a curse.
It does not come from egos that coerce.

It comes from deciding to begin.
It comes when you have an agenda to lean in.

Lean into the work that calls your name.
And do what is necessary without acclaim.

Inspiration comes from following the flow.
It shows us that with movement, we begin to know.

We seek to find our mission and passion.
But inspiration comes from our compassion.

Our gifts come out when we are called to a game.
Ideas arise when we are not seeking fame.

Life offers a door that only we can see.
Inspiration is the seed that can become a tree.

But first one has to go deep into the mud.
Face the fears, and the resentments that flood.

Once life has tenderized the ground upon which you stand.
That is when something opens to the promised land.

For each person that land is a different color and hue.
It softens our mind and lets new ideas through.

That is how we discover that there is more inside.
And that is how the tree determines to no longer hide.
~Suzanne Wagner~