light of sharing

A life of creativity, in captivity,
constrained by the actions of this body and this mind,
bound in time outside of time.
Hidden joy that is in fact
no joy at all.

The joy is in the light of sharing.
Its friends are fear and vulnerability,
the thrill of discovery that not all of it can be exactly what I wish it to be.

But it will always be exactly what it is meant to be,
evolving from the nascency of imagination
to be a truly creative, created act and manifestation
that from any angle viewed, is complete.

For the completeness is not in identifying the final stroke or
punctuation,
the perfect word or angle.
It is the resonating of mind and soul that can only be in letting go and letting be
that part of me that is always and no longer just.