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How Can I Inspire Thee?

How can I inspire thee?
Let me count the ways.

The bird that chirps,
the flower that blooms,
the quiet morning.

Can I do it with these?

A child’s laugh,
a lover’s breath,
the flash of a smile on a strangers face.

How can I inspire thee?
Let me count the ways.

In all these ways,
but none.
For to drink from life’s great promise,
you must awaken to a higher truth.
You are not the things in your life –
You are not the pain in your body –
You are not the torment in your soul –
You are but observer of these things.

Perhaps thou protesteth!
You’ve met with frustration,
loss,
pain.
How can I inspire thee?

Let me count the ways.

Reading these words,
or hearing them,
as a loved one reads them to you.
Behind the illusion of happiness and strength,
you know when the party stops,
and you find yourself behind the barricades,
you are alone,
and scared.

How can I inspire thee?
Let me count the ways.

Perhaps you’ve been to the depths of despair,
and think not,
I can inspire thee.

Quiet your soul,
open your heart,
and let these thoughts break in:

If there is design,
it is this –

Every moment has but one purpose,
for you to come awake to yourself.

If you take this into your soul completely,
the next bird you hear
will be your soul taking to the air.
The next time you hear the sound of a child’s laugh,
will be the stream of life rippling through you.
The next sunrise seen,
will be realized as a miracle.

Bring into your soul.
Inspiritus –
All that was,
all that will ever be.

How can I inspire thee?
Let me count the ways.

By, Robert Girandola

An Artist's Life

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