The Ebb and Flow of Creativity:
As anxiety rises,
the mind’s creative tide recedes,
Leaving barren shores where inspiration once flourished.
But in the calm waters of emotional balance,
Ideas bloom like coral in a vibrant reef.
The lighthouse guiding ships through foggy thoughts
The steady hand on creativity’s helm
The wind in our sails, propelling us forward
The crew working in harmony
Goodness isn’t a destination but a journey:
The compass within our character
Not the map to desires.
In the gaps of silence, creativity builds its nest,
Mind and body in concert,
an ephemeral dance.
We are but fleeting notes in life’s grand symphony,
Our experiences — the building blocks of future melodies.
Through the lens of language,
We collectively cultivate foresight,
Catalyzing change with each carefully chosen word.
In the quiet moments between thoughts,
We find the solutions that elude us in the noise.
Our gadgets and gizmos, mere tools in this grand design,
Capturing the colours of community in logical landscapes.
But it’s in the spaces between — the pauses, the breaths -
Where true creativity finds its voice and sings.
