Poem – The Artistic Heart

I understand the artistic drive.
I know that this is how such souls survive.

I see in their eyes that sparkle of hope.
It is how they have learned to be here and to cope.

Within my heart there is a true self.
One that takes risks and refuses to stay on the shelf.

She knows that what she sees … does not need to be so.
But to escape the reality one needs to leap into the flow.

Many times I have taken that leap.
When I do … my heart skips a beat.
That is because sparks of aliveness live in the in-between.

Artistic inspiration requires more than caffeine.

It requires us to run at what we fear and to leap over that wall.
It asks us to have faith rather than believe we will fall.
Today, look inside and listen to your heart.
It knows the path that will allow magic … to start.
~Suzanne Wagner~