Daily writing prompt
What do you listen to while you work?
Coffee in hand, keyboard at the ready ~ music chosen to complement the piece intended,
Sounds sacred currents transforming ordinary moments into an inspirational ritual,
Guiding fingers across one’s keyboard as they reveal a creation entwining thought to physical,
In a way often unthought as ’tis nothing other than a seraphic moment habitual,
Awakening ones soul into energetic alignment with the rhythm of ones style of creation unique,
Opening then holding space for divine whispers of keyboards quiet tapping to flow in a way instinctual…
For while ever the melodic vibrations entice ones focus away from distraction,
Weaving their elemental beats thru the words you’re crafting into alignment,
’Tis impossible for them to stray too far into the realm of disconnected compaction,
Irrespective of their needing probably more than a lackadaisical touch of refinement,
With their ability to remind one of a weird style of alphabetised yet artistic abstraction,
Nonetheless the music brings ones mind a moment of meditative clarity ~ dissolving your consciouses confinement.
Thus the sound of ones choice of music to lucubrate to doesn’t just fill silences void,
It eradicates any walls of mental debris blocking creations manifestation centroid,
Allowing a perceived effortlessness to embrue into the flow of words onto ones page being deployed,
And the seraphic atmosphere shielding one from anything agitating that can spark one to annoyed,
So that ones original words bestow a special type of purity to subtly be energetically enjoyed,
Rather than a fiery polar variant that one would probably prefer destroyed…
Hence when one finds themselves next caught working between breath and beat,
With a melody motivating their memory to remind them of their divine ability to flow,
Vanish into the sound ~ just surrender ~ energetically align to it’s guidance through your vocational feat,
And you may happen to be surprised at what the combination of tune and your unique creativity can have in stow,
When entwined in an enchanting balance quintessentially forging away into reality ‘till complete,
Eventually manifesting beyond imagination courtesy of the rhythms hidden energetic hum in the undertow.
The Poetic Life 2.0 