Category Archives: Shared Inspirations

Fates Warning – Inside Out


There’s a blind desire – there’s a drive
There’s a need to leave some lasting feat
Something to hold – something to keep
A monument to complete

There’s a written page – there’s a book
There’s a search for something to say
Something to share – something to speak
A monument to convey

There’s a photograph – there’s a frame
There’s a time – a moment to confine
Something to save – something to see
A monument to enshrine

Is it performance, is it expression?
Is it passion or just a profession?
Is it fiction, is it confession?
Is it passion or just an obsession?

There’s an empty room – there’s a blank page
There’s a picture left incomplete
Something is lost – something remains
A monument to defeat

Is it fiction, is it confession?
Is it passion or just a profession?
Is it performance, is it expression?
Is it passion or just an obsession?

– Fates Warning [from the album, Inside Out]

“Mindful” by Mary Oliver

Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for—
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world—
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant—
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations,
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these—
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

“Dein allererstes Wort war: Licht” by Rainer Maria Rilke

Your first word of all was light,
and time began. Then for long you were silent.

Your second word was man, and fear began,
which grips us still.

Are you about to speak again?
I don’t want your third word.

Sometimes I pray: Please don’t talk.
Let all your doing be by gesture only.
Go on writing in faces and in stone
what your silence means.

You be our refuge from the wrath
that drove us out of Paradise.

Be our sheperd, but never call us–
we can’t bear to know what’s ahead.