Questions: What is Spirituality?

When we hear the word spirituality, some equate this with religion others equate it with practices such as meditating or yoga, or something like that. To me in in it’s simplest form it shares the same definition as art, spirituality is freedom of expression, freedom to express what the waters of the creative potential can channel through your individual pipeline. So as my definition of art is personal expression, spirituality is living art, the expression of life.

I posted this poem before but here it is again:

The Living Expressionist

– Everywhere you go you paint…

Suppose,
I was to give you a paintbrush,
And ask you to paint a picture,
That was worth a thousand words.
What story would it tell?
To all those who observed.

Would it tell of fiction in its lines,
Of friendship within its colors,
Broken sorrow in its skies?

Of great trees
grown from the seeds of success
Of judgement:
guilt or innocence.
Of clarity from the waters deep
A pillow where my thoughts can sleep.

Pouring over pedestrian faces
Would I see a gambler of fate?
Could I analyze the brush strokes
to reveal feelings which motivate
Was it love or hate?
Or maybe fear.

Fear of losing that which you try to capture
So you continue painting faster,
faster, until the piece is done.
Its worn, tattered texture tell
How many ages ago
this paint had dried as well.

Would it echo back to me
With the voice of reason,
What you’ve seen through solemn eyes?
Would I find within its shadows,
the shadow of a lie?

All while gazing through its windows,
At the inner workings of your mind.

And if everyone in the world had a brush,
Which picture would they paint of you?
Which one would be most accurate,
Within so many points of view.

 

 

Free Poetry

Poems

Where Evil Lives

Evil lives beneath the light

Where daylight falls

In the dead of night

Where fear is struck

In the hearts of men

Evil casts its spell again.

Evil lives,

Where there is no love

No lights below or above

Where hatred seethes,

Through water’s mind

Looking for a soul to find.

Evil lives,

Only where there are open doors.

Goodness Thrives

Good lives

beside the shadow

in the waters of the mind,

Where heart meets heart

and compassion shines.

Where men are free

And spirits high

free to express their inner-lights.

Where silent heroes find their voice

Where men and women make a choice

Between fear and love.