Inspiration Day

Poem written by occultoctober on Thursday 23, September 2021

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for an old friend who I miss dearly

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inspire 1. to fill with an animating, quickening, or exalting influence 2. to fill or affect with a specified feeling, thought, etc. 3. to influence or impel inspired 1. aroused, animated, or imbued with the spirit to do something, by or as if by supernatural or divine influence 2. resulting from such inspiration inspiration 1. an inspiring or animating action or influence 2. something inspired, as an idea 3. a result of inspired activity 4. a thing or person that inspires Inspiration is not often thought of as something with feet. Something capable of wandering the earth. But rather, it is thought of as a thing. A thing that occurs. Be it divine or natural, it simply is. Some people find Inspiration in nature. In the woods, among weeping willows whose vibrant leaves cascade upon the earth in blissful waves. Others find it at the edge of the water, as they observe their reflection in the piercingly clear, blue ocean while the tide brings waves rushing endlessly forward into their bare, goosebumpy legs. Others still find it under the skies, as they stare up into an endless mass of meteors, meteorites, and stars of all colors, burning ever brighter, flying through and twinkling against the night's black. I fear many people live their lives without meeting even a subtle glimpse of Inspiration. These creatures are not capable of living; they simply exist. Inspire is what we are capable of doing. Inspired is the way we are capable of feeling. Inspiration is the difference between being alive and living. People are born and die. Their lives simply pass. They exist, they do not live, for they have never caught a glimpse of Inspiration, even out of the corner of their eye. I am one of the lucky ones. I sit, among the harmonic symphony of coffee and cigarettes, across from Inspiration himself. We sit. We sit on a worn, green metal bench that has become familiar and comfortable. He hugs his legs against his chest with his feet crossed, bobbing up and down as though he feels the ebbs and flows of ocean waves beneath him. He looks ponderously at the words in front of him, words so brilliantly crafted, woven from his life's toils, troubles, and joys. Words that I hope he sees fit to share with the universe; Words that are simply beyond me. We are no more than two young minds, One, spectacularly brilliant, and the other, exceedingly average, but whose brainwaves crash into each other as thunder and lightning join in a perfect storm, a collision of angst and unhinged emotions and laughter. There are people in the world who live without Inspiration. Who never even see it out of the corner of their eye. But the few lucky ones, like me, will tell you that you simply have to look in the right place. You can find it in the trees. You can find it in the seas. You can find it in the skies. But if your mind can't seem to focus on something so vast and universal, you simply have to look into the eyes of a friend who has never left your side.
   

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    "I sit, among the harmonic symphony of coffee and cigarettes, across from Inspiration himself." - What a marvelous sentence!

    How true this is!