art and creativity
Before I meditated, I thought that art was something created by humans in a pale approximation of perfection as envisioned by superior beings. It seemed that art itself was only something to be aspired to, never reached. I could work and work and work toward perfecting a craft, but the pinnacles of creativity that I so admired would ever be denied to me. I felt like Antonio Salieri in relation to Mozart, ever the appreciator, never the creator.
Then came the knowledge that there is only one thing, perfect in its multiplicity. It operates in me, in you, in a starfish, in a hummingbird, in the Carina Nebula. Distinctions between these entities are the function of a critical ego; they are not to be negated, but transcended.
I can still pursue the refinement of a craft, but knowing that Bach's Brandenburg Concierti were not born of a short-sighted ego, I have the luxury of laboring with the knowledge that both Bach and I have access to the same divine enthusiasm, and that it is the natural state of the universe for me to embody that inspiration as best I can.
The ego uses negative thinking to reinforce my inadequacies, to stifle my attempts to even try to create. Why is the ego's goal to stop me before I even start? To regain control; to keep me separated; to maintain stasis. This is antithetical to creation itself and to the natural state of the universe, which is ever evolving.
I can evolve. I just need the willingness.
What is our happiest and most natural state as aspects of creation? To create ourselves; to show bravery and backbone in the face of negative self-talk; to exercise devotion by allowing ourselves to be surprised by what can be created in partnership with an infinitely energetic higher power; to show up, again and again for our creative self. This is the nature of bliss.