This just came to me while reading the poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling. A beautiful, inspiring poem about inspiration itself.
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Again and again I find God and every time, it never fails, my heart is tendered, my eyes hold back weeps of gratitude. I am Home. Once again, I am saved. Sometimes weekly, sometimes daily, sometimes every other moments' passed...I am saved. Then, again I stray, until Home finds me. Like awakening from a sleep, a dream I thought was real...or didn't think at all. And when I open my eyes, the world is much clearer. The birds' chirps are crisper in my ears, and I am alive...again. I know. I know more than I've ever known; more than my small mind can ever explain. It's beautiful. Joy. Hello. Oh, hello! This is what Home feels like, I remember now! Why on earth would I ever leave such a place of great beauty and bliss?! Oh, my humanity! What a paradoxical privileged it is? To leave home, like the days' work, collecting lessons to make my home even more inviting to the world. There's nothing to fear here, I promise you that. My door is never closed, though I may not always be Home. When it's time, you'll find my Home. It will look much different but, better than expected. Only your Light will enter, the rest lie at the door. Welcome. This is where you'll find yourself and the answer to every question you've ever wondered. 'Til that day, I will admire you, all of you down to the very last drop.The beauty you don't see; the light you blindly create and never take credit for. The Soul that swims through you; the energy you are. My brother, my sister...I am Home again!
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If by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! *I encourage you to share your thoughts and comments and your own inspiration below.