How many of us are fortunate enough
to look our muse in the eye?
To have them look back?
To see the depth in their eyes,
feel the inspiration even in their most fleeting glimpse?
How many can say they have ever completely felt that almost divine presence sitting right next to them even if just internally?
It’s something we all strive for.
There’s no way of telling how many of us have ever actually met them.
We might think we have, and that very well might be the case, but I believe often our muse retreats somewhere that deep within us that not even the most exquisite of love sonnets will bring them out to see the light of day.
That’s just where they feel most comfortable, where they can do their best work.
That’s where and how they become a part of you.
And out of those lucky enough to actually meet that person / soul / entity who embodies the spirit of the Muse …
how many of them have been blessed with a choice between two?And how many of us have been that blind that we let them walk away long before we took our first substantial steps with them at our side?
We’re also meant to be there for them if it’s gonna work at all.
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Interesting post, Harris! I’m still waiting for mine. Or maybe I missed it by not recognizing it.
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You’ve probably heard their whispers, felt their breath on the back of your neck while they were looking over your shoulder, even gently laying a hand on that shoulder when there was nobody else who could have even approached you at the time and in the manner they were needed.
Damned thing is, there is no requirement for them to wear a name tag and therein lies the bitch of it all.
And yes, if the question should arise: for me, there were indeed two.
But I am taking applications.
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