Concerning the Nature of Creativity

Creativity cannot of course, be forced Any more than we can influence the earth, Sun, moon and stars to move beyond Their perfectly preordained positions within The infinite limitations of this ever-expanding universe. The intangible stuff that pervades us To continually attempt to stretch Ourselves beyond current bounds Is imperceptibly profound. Such as the sound Of a baby’s cry because it tries To walk, talk, reach, strive, seek Everything within his or her sphere. How far he gets is never clear. Mountaintops Were made to climb As music needs rhythm and paint needs brush. Creativity, no less Can never be rushed.