This is a little thing I wrote for when my inner artists want to create, but don't know how.

A meditation for Those Seeking Bond through Creation

Speak through fear,
 through flaws,
 through pain,
 through the lack of a perfect word.

Speak as rain seeking roots to water.
Speak as a river flowing from mountain to sea.
Speak as the bird who cannot fly
 without chirping.
Speak as something dead known only
 as bits of bone.
Speak as a pack of yipping coyotes.
Speak as a dead leaf riding the wind.
Speak as time sitting still.
Speak as a burning log;
 a fractal;
 turbulence;
 mycelium.

May the words you say be gifts.
May they be life and poison,
 soil and ash,
 flowers and corpses,
 blessings and broken promises.

Speak as deer fleeing a battlefield;
 as the dying sunset;
 as a screaming baby.
Speak as a prayer rising to the stars;
 as fireflies flashing in unison;
 as lightning seeking sand to melt.
Speak as the center of the universe.


Speak as nothing;
 as no one;
 as those yet born.
Speak as a smile yearning for an eye.
Speak as a whisper yearning for an ear.
Speak as a palm yearning for a face.
Speak as a mother who,
 walking through the forest,
 catches her child's attention
  with an upraised finger
 to the baby bird flying from the nest
  for the first time.