A GENTLE REMINDER

             I wrote the following as a reminder to myself (and hopefully, you, too), that there is real power in creating and sharing our poems, songs and stories. I firmly believe that each of us has some measure of artistry that longs to be expressed. Whether we do so publicly or privately matters less than the doing itself, not just for our own sake, but for the sake of shifting the collective consciousness of our species beyond the unsustainable limitations, exploitations and separations of our dominant-but-dying culture. 

            It is in this spirit, too, that I invite you to join us this Saturday for "Voices, Vibes & Visions," a collaborative evening of poetry readings, live music and interactive visual art being produced by Celebration Circle at UNAM San Antonio in Hemisfair for the second year. Not only will the event feature five, well-respected poets reading from their work, alongside in-the-moment paint on canvas and live, interactive music  -- but you will be invited to participate in the creative process in ways that feed your spirit, too.  Suffice it to say that the creative space will not be limited to the stage!  (For event details, see below) 

            Whether or not you can join us in person on Saturday night, I hope you'll find this poem to be a helpful reminder to YOUR inner poet, whether sleeping or waking. 

 

    With gratitude and blessings,

          Rudi

AWAKEN THE SLEEPING POET

 

Awaken the sleeping poet gently

remind her that there is no time to wait

for that other, more perfect moment to arise,

because there is a fresh crop of over-ripe words

waiting to be plucked, washed and served up

now

 

Never mind her many good excuses

for wanting to stay in bed

and doze a little while longer

there are stronger reasons that must be addressed

 

We no longer know how the story ends,

so we need to hear her tell it

in her own words

again and again

 

Awaken the sleeping poet softly

but please do not nag or rush her

for the time she spends waking

is an integral part

of the poem she is writing

even now

as she slumbers.

                 © 2015 Rudi Harst