creative

Look beyond what you see.

Our imagination is God__ ingenious gift that hands us the privilege of romping and playing in realities that we can__ see only because we__e yet to create them.

The Imagination is one of the important stuff to be creative from there to be a creator!

The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down - sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray. At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing.But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward.

If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.

The creative mind is a divine force.

Remember, the village idiot was the spiritual man who built the ark and saved his family. Keep being you and never give up marching to the beat of your own drum!

Creativity vs. inspiration: inspiration makes a copy, creativity makes something completely new.

I picture the vast realm of the sciences as an immense landscape scattered with patches of dark and light. The goal towards which we must work is either to extend the boundaries of the patches of light, or to increase their number. One of these tasks falls to the creative genius; the other requires a sort of sagacity combined with perfectionism.

I find endless sustenance in the creative. I freely drink from the fountain of knowledge. I'm forever the student - considered the teacher.

What if the link or key to healing was through finding your unique personal creative outlet?

What if, as an act of worship, creating something meant healing and restoration took place instead of pain and frustration?

Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.

Love is wind for the soul

The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.

My heart's scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.

What is the finding of love, but a voice answering a voice?