THE MOMENT OF POSSIBILITY

In this time, this moment

I ooze possibility

Oh, Spirit

Let me manifest

these desires

Let my hands

mold the ideas like clay

Let the form be created

as passion flows

like a roaring river

In this time, this moment

I ooze possibilty

Oh, Spirit

Let me fill

to the brim

til the floodgates crash open

and words tumble

over eachother

in their hurry

to get to the page

Let the ink in my pen

run as smooth as my thoughts

In this time, this moment

I ooze possiblity

Oh, Spirit

Let no excuse surface

to dam these gushing waters

Let my entire being cascade

with the joy of creativity

Oh, Spirit

Let me remain open

til the last drop

is wrung

from my soul.

---S.Wolfe '06

With what would you flow?

How do you feel your creative juices?

Tell us what you would mold in your hands?