Reading majic's journal

This art, this thing, this energy that is like no other. Oh how I bow down in your name. I am not worthy, you are the magnetic energy that pulls me from where I am to where I am going. I am in awe and I have tears that bare your name. Oh please forgive me for not seeing sooner what you've put inside my eyes, I am human, such suprise.

If I could sit and write 24 hours a day, it'd not be enough to quench this thirst I have. Sometimes it's just that I can't express it in writing, I repeat myself too much, it's not a lack of trying but more like I can't get a grasp on this energy that is around me.

I don't know how to describe this, it's like there is a purpose, a drive and something that needs to get done but the rules have not been written. The game has been left for me to invent, it's overwhelming and a bit scary at the same time.

I want so much to communicate this, to express this and share this. I am left with only so many words, some of which I repeat. I hope that you'll forgive me upon occasion.

Words, a plentiful garden,
sewed upon a thought,
irrigated by a memory,
upon a sacred plot...

It is the fire first birthed among the stars that said "see, know and create".
It heard and hears the cries of the sojourners wandering in a place so beautiful that words fail, so you have no choice but to use the words imprinted, no burned into your soul by that fire.

It unfolds mysteries to you and all you can do is sit there and stare like a child who gets continually lost in the wonder that is breathing around them.

And it is a gift. Immagine that, it's like christmas every waking hour and while your sleeping too.
It's the air you breath, and the thing that warms you all the way through, and rattles the bones inside your soul.

It is the language of the soul, the spirit, the mind, the heart, that flows down and out through your hands and when it's going full force it's often very much that it's taking you somewhere.
We get to go on this extrodinary journey and we have no clue as to where the destination is.
There are no rules in this place. You go there and it just takes you, and all you can do is go, "ohhh wow..."
Simply because it's beyond your ablity to hold it inside you.

The amazing realization is that you don't have to. That need to hold it and roll around in it is a mirror immage of what it's doing to you.
It wants to roll around in your soul, and crash around in your thoughts, and tell you things that it knows and has known since the first man picked up a peice of burnt wood and began drawing on cave walls.

And trying to explain that to someone who doesn't understand and hasn't been captured by what art is, is kind of like a rocket scientist trying to explain the finer points of how the engine of a rocket takes the fuel and changes it to make the rocket go to someone who has been living in the amazon jungle all their life.