People in entrepreneurship and creative circles worry about competition, people stealing their ideas, or creative blocks.
That’s the ego’s way of looking at things: in fear and scarcity.
There is always enough to go around.
So long as we are searching for the muse the muse will come.
There are an infinite amount of ideas embedded in human consciousness, we’ve barely scratched the surface.
I see them, waiting in formation, like soldiers whose only command is inspiration and the open mind.
Don’t freak out, just take a seat in the waiting room.
A POEM (AND PRAYER?) ON THE WAITING ROOM OF CREATIVITY
Everything that will ever exisit
Is waiting to be born
Sitting patiently at the paradox of time
No need to rush
Or take it personally
Tap on destiny’s door
In full faith
That whatever will be
will come to be
And whatever is gone
Is waiting to be rediscovered
Poem (and prayer?) on the waiting room of creativity