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The field of creativity has always spoken to me deeply. Earlier in my life, I spent much of my time and effort exploring the field of creativity through the visual arts. It was a medium that not only evoked great inspiration for me, but also, marked the beginning of an important journey of Self-discovery-as-Self-Awareness, that now spans over twenty five years; it continues to remain a foremost passion in my life and the work I often pursue.
Asked about my writing in particular, I would say that I write more like a painter than writer: favorite colours have become favorite words, words that appear and reappear in the same or different light, as I attempt to craft and illustrate the impulse of a silent piece of poetry that may be arising within me.
As you digest the pages of this “book”, you nibble with your eyes a collage of embellished words; brushstrokes of colour-full–words that have spoken deeply to me, for me, by me – as me, over the past decade. Ironically, that very same “me” has undergone radical change: non-verbal shifts have occurred in the way I think, feel and see my life and the world around me.
This ten year canvas, encompasses an extended period of my life that I could label a “dark night of the soul” or “awakening”. It was a period colonized by the juxtaposition of intense feelings of helplessness, hopelessness and despair, punctuated paradoxically by vibrant levels of personal intimacy and understanding with regards to the sense of Self, “I” experience myself to be.
As these words tease, twist and tantalize your attention, you drift towards an un-nameable Self within you. Each word that becomes a line, paragraph and page, paints a narrative allowing us to revisit a period of deconstruction: a period of letting go and allowing; a period of learning through un-learning; a period of not only resisting, but also resting, in those words that reflect the birthplace of awakening.
And, as with any awakening, we have the opportunity to indulge and intoxicate ourselves in the sweet fragrance that may arise from the impulse of that awakening – cushioned by words that point, push and pull to Intimations On Eternity.
As we rest in those words, we have the opportunity to recognize and discover for ourselves, a sense of Self that lives and thrives beyond those words; beyond the “me” that we might imagine ourselves to be. With each word, we gently, slowly, surly, must curve back to rest in the timeless, nameless, Being, that we all already/always are.
michael sean symonds
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Please click on the Cover/Link below to see full online version:
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