Openness of the Creative Path

The Creative is open to all and opens all - all from nothing; or the new, the fresh, the original opens from the husk of what was, when what is consists almost entirely of what was. The bitter facts.

From out of suffering, The Creative. From out of The Creative, whatever you will, towards the comet of whatever you wish. It doesn’t matter what endeavor, what field, what obstacle, or opportunity: for every situation, for every aspiration, there is a personal, unique way out of it/towards it.

What is The Creative? { }

That openness inside the brackets is an answer. Within limits, the illimitable. Rather, it takes these definite boundaries to define the boundless. The given, here and now, filled with traps and entanglements, isn’t all there is - there’s more to it, something extra, unapparent, waiting to be tapped. In the as-yet-unknown, something there for you, everpresent with possibility. What births the present brims with future, this instant and the next, the present in its action as presence, in its action as opening is the secret to overcoming innumerable paradoxes of potential (how it takes money to make money, how you need experience to get experience, how breakthrough requires a breach in the block, and on and on): The Creative is open to all and opens new things to all. Solidity is illusion even when you’re sucking saltpeter from the walls of your prison cell. Nothing remains forever in the way of your goals, dreams, happiness. Nothing remains forever in the way of the planet’s future. Humanity has a chance. Your fulfillment is within the context of the continuity, or eternal return, of history. Trust swings the gate to the creative path, to the endless garden - trust in the generative essence of existence. You can feel to your core and marrow the undulating caress of a vast marvelous expanse ahead, this moment.

What is The Creative? Ask the present the exact necessary question and it will give you an answer that is destined for you. Rewards of the unique are all yours.

What if you leave the safety of your confines for such an astonishing, fearful expanse? What can I offer for you to hold onto if you’re to let go of solidity? - a solidity which will dissolve in your hands anyways. Or beneath your feet. It won’t matter soon enough. Clarity is a magic carpet. The opening is a clearing: its uplifted lucidity clears away fear of heights.

It doesn’t matter who you are or what you do, your age, if you’re too early or too late, too weak, too wearied, too beaten down - you are in a much better position than the arrogant, ascendant ones who have no idea what’s above them. If the thinnest sliver of your soul has an opening, is shivered, this clearing is accessible to you, a fresh start, a tiny shift, the first or next step on the path. Such is open to all, available to all, and appropriate for every endeavor. It’s there for you where you are, your own brain, mind, temperament, and faculties, just as you are; the Creative isn’t out there, external, it isn’t something you have to know from the outside or have to be taught, you only have to realize you do know or know just enough to let the next thing you need to learn reveal itself.

Such isn’t restricted to art or poetry; it’s the art and poetry of any enterprise, any problem-solving, and the geniuses of science itself have always known to serve up their acquired knowledge, their accumulated quantities of bite-tested, credible data to sudden openings of inspiration - paradigm shifts - aha! moments - for their greatest insights and advances.

The gate is unlocked, but fourteen wasps have their nest in the slat groove nearest its latch. Kill or be stung. Or lose time for a more forbearing solution.

You’re peaceful, but the universe isn’t - everything has its reason for encroachment.

You have to decide to live, but what does it mean to live? There are rivals for your vitality. Here, take this torch to ward them off - if not burn them to a crisp. This is why we love to gaze into firelight. It’s for the brilliance of the clearing, and its transparent depths.

Aside from the active enemies of advancing life, there’s simply ignorance and death, the rigidified past, bones and shells of what once was thriving, of what once had vital force.

If in thinking there were already
     adversaries and not mere
     opponents, then thinking's case
     would be more auspicious.

            - Martin Heidegger

Dread underlying the daily routine, maybe you’ve intimated a colossal deceit; it isn’t precisely that you’re being lied to, but that words themselves are devoid of content, true or false is beside the point when utterance is inert. It’s all lifeless. You’ve heard it all before. Founded suspicions of mimicry, a far cry from getting to the heart. Indeed, there is a conspiracy of the dead, skeletons with their claws into the flesh of the present, pale imitation clinging to the real. Don’t mistake sterile replicant patterning for the bountiful: there’s no throb of life in a sorely mechanical proliferation. At minimum choose higher, stronger patterns: the ancient holy chant, the transgressive avant-garde - Hebrew, Greek - the Shakespearean, the Solomonic, the Homeric - dada, postmodernism, punk… or will it be jingles and billboards all over highways and highrises that take over your thought? Patterns, patterns, everywhere. Ossified voice and vision.

Paradoxically, as indicated before, rebellion against emptiness upwells amidst densest patternings, pareidolia: The Emergent

Where we are now: no regrets. Caught in the net of history, the times, society, we are thrown here, spawned at this point, where we find ourselves - through no fault of our own. Orient, get your bearings, accurately. Trauma and victimization are real. You’re in a privileged position, to know pain, threat - reality. Pity the deluded, they who think they’re already whole unto their desires and entitlement; they’re disintegrating as we speak. Truth is veiled; what looks like an empty set, { }, is substance itself, also the veil itself as definitive, for the moment; really, this is as direct as can be said - if someone’s pointing, don’t stare at their finger. What is ever there to assure us of direction? No wonder there’s so little wonder in the world. One can’t always be ready for sheer adventure.

Spiritual Operation

Stand impassively at the impasse. Every situation has its crux. What is the exact issue for now? You don’t need to find the answer, yet; you do need to find the question, hard work of the moment. All of your awareness must be brought to bear in opening the present to specifics, precision - honestly, what’s the problem? In the openness of the moment, discover the momentous question.

Once you know the question, dream the answer.