"We are all wanderers on this earth...our hearts are full of wonder, and our souls are deep with dreams." ~ Gypsy proverb

Friday, November 2, 2012

empty mind, handfuls and a passionate heart

"Be at peace" is what she whispered in my ear.
And so I sit with nothing in my mouth
or clenched between the teeth.

The space behind my eyes glimmer,
shimmering as lights bounce around
the vastness that is my mind.

My hands keep moving,
trembling, floating, amidst open spaces
twisting, tying, holding,

turning, changing, forming,
making something
from nothing

and this I see,
and this I feel



This week, I've made a medicine bag of deerskin filled with trinkets from my past, herbs that heal, and stones that evoke. I've made another dreamcatcher with turquoise, amber, and bone, and a long, white turkey feather I found at a farm. More sketching with microns, knitting, and reading...

And I end with one consideration: passion without premeditated purpose. Passion, in all its primitive prowess, raw, and powerful, driven by its own desirability....

I think Bukowski said it best....

so you want to be a writer ~ by Charles Bukowski

if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

Have a beautiful weekend my friends, and be driven by a passionate heart and empty mind...



  1. HA! I've had that poem on my blog more than once. It is the best!
    You are really in a great space, my friend. It feels so good to have those creative juices flowing, no?
    Many hugs to you.

  2. little twin stars! i like your little trinkets, your purposeful creations and passion. i see lots of native american influences in your life in the rockies. pretty cool mj. i'm happy you've got a good groove going there.

    1. all the Native American things stem from the Soulodge class I am taking right now, but you are right...it completely resonates with this place that I now call home ;)
      thanks Anushka!

  3. I love that bukowski poem. it really is to the point. beautiful post! happy weekend xx


  4. I love it all...

    love and light

  5. so much beauty!!! and one can never go wrong with Bukowski, imo

    i have so much catching up to do in Lodge...


  6. oh, mj...beauty all around.
    reading your words and those of bukowski are the sweetest beginning to my day...

  7. I love this post, MJ. I sat at the park today with my three girls off and running and I felt the need to write or scribble, something pen to paper, but didn't have a notebook. I dug in the car and found paper plates, perfect, round, and just waiting for my words and doodles :) Outcome unimportant, just the doing mattered.


“Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
~ George Bernard Shaw