oui, shosanna

ON DID

untitled by ennis hagelin

come out, through the door,
in the mind and watch,
through pained, empty, eyes,
a movie, a world,
detached, unreal, parallel,
to ours.

UNTITLED

untitled by ennis hagelin

midnight sky, painted with drops of life,
pure energy, radiating light, traveling an infinite
journey, to touch upon our celestial ceiling,
blanketing our earthly world,

deafening, the silence, so quiet here,
yet it speaks so loudly, says so much,
sings, of the eternal, of the divine,

creation, pure life, lies beneath you,
grass billowing in the cool evening wind,
cradling your earthly vessel,
that delivers this equation to you, for you,
to find the truth,

as all the divine, the eternal, it sings with joy,
around you, the beauty of it so overwhelming,
blinding, yet you can see now, if only
you open your weary eyes.

ON CREATION

To say I feel “artsy” lately would be an understatement. What I feel is a desire, an urge, a need to create. It’s as if this divine energy is being channeled through my body, this earthly vessel I inhabit, and it must keep flowing, be expressed, turned into something beautiful, something ugly, something glorious and just as divine as this energy I feel.

When I feel it, this energy, I feel so in touch with everything. I can feel gravity pulling us all together, I can hear the universe singing and just how divine, how eternal, how glorious life is. It’s so serene, peaceful, calm, so beautiful, that I almost cannot stand it.

I turn this unbearable, beautiful, energy I feel radiating from me into art. I let it flow from my soul, to the pen, to the paper, and I turn this energy into words. Or perhaps I use a brush or a needle, paint, sew, just create, turn the divine into the tangible.

It’s in moments like these that I feel enlightened, completely in tune with the universe and all of its’ divine beings. I want to cry because the beauty of everything around me is so blinding that I can hardly stand to bear witness to it.