Poets, lose your pens,
Painters, toss your brushes
in the sea,
Musicians, give your instruments
away,
then go for a long walk.
When you're done,
keep walking,
notice the beauty all around you.
Don't try to remember
a single thing,
breathe.
This holy moment is your poetry,
your art, your song.
Do not concern yourself with giving it form.
The One for whom you create
deeply loves what you just didn't do.
Painters, toss your brushes
in the sea,
Musicians, give your instruments
away,
then go for a long walk.
When you're done,
keep walking,
notice the beauty all around you.
Don't try to remember
a single thing,
breathe.
This holy moment is your poetry,
your art, your song.
Do not concern yourself with giving it form.
The One for whom you create
deeply loves what you just didn't do.
creature - am Montag, 16. Mai 2011, 23:18
bonanzaMARGOT meinte am 19. Mai, 11:48:
schönes poem. von wem?
creature antwortete am 19. Mai, 23:42:
weiß ich nicht, fand es bei einem amerikanischen blogger!
SehnsuchtistmeineFarbe meinte am 30. Mai, 19:03:
ich liebe die englische sprache. :-)danke für dieses schöne gedicht.
