I Know of a Goddess

[CCoburn]

I Know of a Goddess


I know of a goddess
I have never seen
but is beautiful
I know of a goddess...

Never having heard the sounds of heaven
I know of a goddess...

I know not when she goes,
but I know where...

I know this
I know this because
I see beauty
in her wake

[Maxmars]

I often am stricken by the inspiration you manifest. 

I expect that I am not alone in the impulse I often experience when you create.  I will give in to the temptation... and only pray you forgive my intrusion into your beautiful work.  Not meant to contrast or compete... but to respond in the spirit of admiration...

When I have reached her,
Can I know?
Can I truly discern what her beauty is,
or only what remains in her wake?

I seek her,
I am open to her presence.
But is she beautiful,
because it is only her passing that I awaken to feel her?

Such is beauty,
she is ever present, yet somehow unfelt, unseen and unappreciated.
Does she hide, or is she hidden,
a simple effect, or a subtle cause?

Is it the beauty in me that she awakens?
Or is there no beauty in me, unless I seek it?

I thank you for all that you create... I humbly submit my meager response... in the hope that you will never stop sharing your self.  It feeds me.

[CCoburn]

I try to create things that I enjoy reading myself, and it has to move me first so that I would think it would move somebody else. The music that I usually add is just an attempt at augmenting the experience, and of course I have a really good computer sound system here as well, so it also makes for a really good playlist.

I am forever in need of new music as I tend to wear the older stuff out and it can become a bit repetitive, but I am slowly evolving into some newer musical elements and maybe also picking up some of the old that I missed, so we're always trying to keep things from going stale.

[CCoburn]

When I have reached her,
Can I know?
Can I truly discern what her beauty is,
or only what remains in her wake?

I seek her,
I am open to her presence.
But is she beautiful,
because it is only her passing that I awaken to feel her?

Such is beauty,
she is ever present, yet somehow unfelt, unseen and unappreciated.
Does she hide, or is she hidden,
a simple effect, or a subtle cause?

Is it the beauty in me that she awakens?
Or is there no beauty in me, unless I seek it?

Mine was actually a piece extracted from my archives that's maybe a couple years old. It's not always a good idea to explain it away because it removes the mystery and alternate interpretations, but it was inspired from interaction with a lady on another forum – ideas are seeded then embellished.

I rarely pull and post a piece verbatim though, and there are some minor to moderate revisions and restructuring. It's all mixed in with the newer stuff, and mostly a spur of the moment kind of thing; I just get a thought and go with it.

Yours is good for such a spontaneous creation. Much of what I do begins and ends within the span of only a few minutes, and occasionally I'll start something and then finish it a day or two later.

Sometimes I feel like I'm being a nuisance with all of this maybe partly based on past experience, but that feeling is probably mostly just me. Writing is largely a compulsion for me often upon waking. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever end, but it never does.

[Maxmars]

Almost everything I write is a matter of spontaneity too.

Not always good, or sharable... 

So much of it has been lost to the ether, part of me weeps... but then, I suspect many people experience the same.

I seem to be writing "in my head" mostly all day of every day (it makes falling asleep a true challenge)…
and I don't seem to be able to muster the gumption to actually put it all to paper (so to speak.)

But when I happen across works like yours, it moves me to try...

I see now many places where I might have tweaked the response, but I would feel sort of wrong doing it... like it would be diminished somehow...