Following the Muse.

When the muse calls,
say yes.
Or at least whisper,
maybe.
That's all she needs.
That's all she requires to lead us down the path to meet our mystery.
When we hear her breath,
when we feel her lips linger on the back of our neck, 
all we must do is open.
All we must do is pause.
She's bringing us a message.
She's arriving to tell us a story.
One that needs our writing.
One that needs our creating,
by the movements of these simple bodies and the stirring of these enlightened souls.
Like finger painters we were meant to smear a palette of bold colours across the clear canvas of stark lives.
Like master weavers we were meant to create a knit so intricate it could never be undone. 
The only one we were put here to weave.
The only one we were put here to paint.
The only one we were put here to write.
The wild adventure of a heart.
She's not calling because she has nothing better to do.
She's calling us to awaken.
She's whispering,
'enjoy.'
'Live.'
'Be.'
She's saying,
'do it.'
'Dare.'
She's saying,
'I love you.'
'It's okay.'
She's saying, 
'We are guided.'
'There's a bigger reason.'
'Listen.'
Say yes.
Or at least maybe.
That's all she needs.
That's all she requires to lead us down the path to meet our mystery.

~ Sarah Norrad