Time does not work the way you think it does,
numbered soldiers marching placidly
round the face of your grumpy old clock generals.
You assume forward-moving lines, an ordered, organizing force with a
rational chain of command against which you must
marshal all your resources to fight.
And then plead lack of hours and battle weary fatigue
as grounds for the absence of imagination.
The Divine is calling Bullshit on this game.
You’ve played it far too long.
You are a creative tsunami.
I am a creative tsunami.
We cannot help it,
drunk as we are off this holy brew.
Attempts to dam the tide awaken the Sisters of Separation:
depression, rage, apathy, addiction.
Your Beloved grows weary of watching such
violent acts of self-immolation.
Time does not work the way you think it does.
Time is wild ponies,
frothing, colossal waves, and
twisting, untamed funnels
speeding across a plain.
Put away your notion of clocks as you did your childhood toys.
Abandon your tick tock world of too well-rounded hours.
Soak yourself in passion and watch clock time implode like a great, dying star.
Remember, the trick of all Great Creators is this: They know the truth about time and are not afraid to wield it…
previously published on Wild Heart Writers, September 2016
ABOUTÂ SHANNON CROSSMAN
Shannon Crossman learned the hard way that untapped creative energy casts a helluva shadow, so she crafts her sanity with her hands daily. Nothing excites (or frustrates) her more than a blank page, fresh ball of yarn, or pile of foodstuffs – all waiting to be transformed into bits of deliciousness. Words are, and have always been, her way back home. She is a writer, artist, technical wizard, public speaker, witch, priestess, gluten free baker, time-bender, and COO who happens to possess a degree in Transpersonal & Somatic Psychology. She’s a mama and grandma to a gaggle of wild girls who make her heart happy. When she’s out in the business world she’s figuring out how to make things faster, more efficient, and automating the hell out automating the hell out of sh*t. Shannon still believes in magic, craves the ocean like a land-locked mermaid, and dreams of a life without shoes.