THERE’S MORE THAN 9!



Wherever life goes whatever fate chooses
My voice will rise to praise the muses
My muse demands as much as she gives
The energy thrives, the energy lives
The muse is the inner voice of your soul;
It shows when you’re broken, it sings when you’re whole
The muse is a magnet that draws out you talents
It highlights the straight and shadows the bent bits
The muse is the wet stone to sharpen your skill
It gleams when you’re healthy, is dull if you’re ill
The muses are source waters for our strengths
They nurture the roots of the words immanent
The muses exist because we endow them
Our thoughts send out energy and so we empower them
The muses are many their love is for all
Are you feeling depleted? Give the muses a call
You may be shocked you could be surprised
Your feelings will fill; your energy will rise
Whoever you are and whatever you do
There's a muse who is waiting to send what you need to you
The muse is the first rock in your foundation
The solid beginning that supports your creation
The muse is a roof that crowns your glory
The few little words that illumine your story
The muse is fresh water when your well is dry
The muse is the oil for your chips to fry
The muse is a warm hand at the base of your spine
When you’re drowning the muse is the hand and the line
That draws you to safety, then comforts and gives ease
The muse is the will to do as you please
The muse is the moment your heart leaps with joy
That pleasure in the present that can’t be destroyed
The muse is the feeling when you know something is good
When you’ve given it your best, all that you could
The muse is your joy in another’s success
When you know that their work was truly the best
The muse is an answer when creation calls
The muse is what they mean when they say you’ve got balls
The muse is an answer in life’s cryptic quiz
The muse is the manifestation of All That Is.



© Heli St Luce

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