Feb
20

Shiva

A Shiva, for those of you who are not familiar with the word, is a 7 day period of morning for the loss of a close relative. I have written about half the lyrics to a song I am going to call Shiva.

My Shiva, is about the death of creativity, and why each and every one of us must experience a death of sorts in our creative process to find the path we were truly meant to follow. Creative death is a very important part of the creative process.

Anything and everything in life that consumes our passions, is surely meant to at some point reach its full capacity, and needs to evolve. I cannot tell you how many times I have seen others resist this happening, only to find themselves dried up, void of most of their self esteem and unable to make a decision about which way to go.

Re-inventing your creative self is what creativity requires to flourish and produce results beyond what you can imagine right now–today.  While it may never get easier to work through it, by doing so, you are assuring yourself of a creative future.

I think one of the reasons this concept is so hard to grasp, is that it only happens at most a handful of times in a creative life, making it seem like either a failure or leaving one to not know what is happening and how to handle it.

Beginnings and Endings are natural. Allow them to occur as they need to…..

The melody for this song I have woken to for the past 2 weeks but no words came for it until just about four days ago. While its absolutely not finished, here is a little bit of it for you to read. Where this song stops is literally where I am in my writing; just about to turn the corner to a new creative path and future for this artist…

 SHIVA

It’s just one soul that has departed.

But that one soul was one creative being.

It’s the soul that has gone from the artist

No art left in his weary being

 

With the wind blowing strong

And his lips dried of song

Northin left for the one

Who once loved all he saw

 For the art in his eyes

Sparkling nearly twice as bright

Before his life took his spirit

And it died.

 

Yes his life was a race

To create the perfect space

For his soul to be seen

While he starved and became mean

 

Starving Artists will die

just one at a time

on the battlefield of life

that has no time..

To experience the love

And the talent and riches

That the arts bring to those

Who will stop and pause and listen

 

It’s the artist who must

Learn to create a box and fuss

With the wrapping of how

His soul is seen.

 

Yes  your one creative being,

Yes your one creative life

What you see, what you feel,

What you do, is no longer real

For your vision has gone and

Your passion no longer belongs

Where your heart once was open

Now its closed..

 

 

Its just one soul that has departed.

But that one soul was one creative being.

It’s the soul that has gone from the artist

No art left in his weary being

 

 

When there’s nothin left  inside

You will know
that your Passions died

It’s the life that you lead

That took your creativity

To a place that was filled

With tombstones.

 

It’s the one that was taken from you

It’s the one not meant for you

It’s that life that must first die

To let the real creativity fly

To a life that was meant for you

.

As he woke he became

Aware that his limbs were no longer drained

And his heart jaded black now was blue…

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  • Kamal

    Hi. Could you please post the rest of the lyrics? Thanks.

    Kamal.

  • Will do.. Give me a day to do it.

  • Kamal

    Thank you, so much. I just watched your the lecture you gave at IIT in 2007, and since I didn’t have the handout, I couldn’t follow the words properly.

  • Shiva by Lisa Canning
    Dedicated to Donald Draganski

    It’s just one soul that has departed.
    But that one soul was one creative being.
    It’s the soul that has gone from the artist
    No art left in his weary being

    With the wind blowing strong
    And his lips dried of song
    Northing left for the one
    Who once loved all he saw
    For the art in his eyes
    Sparkling nearly twice as bright
    Before his life took his spirit
    And it died.

    Yes his life was a race
    To create the perfect space
    For his soul to be seen
    While he starved and became mean

    Starving Artists will die
    Just one at a time
    On the battlefield of life
    That has no time.
    To experience the love
    And the talent and riches
    That the arts bring to those
    Who will stop and pause and listen

    Its just one soul that has departed.
    But that one soul was one creative being.
    It’s the soul that has gone from the artist
    No art left in his weary being
    When there’s nothin left inside
    You will know
    that your Passions died
    It’s the life that you lead
    That took your creativity
    To a place that was filled
    With tombstones.

    It’s the one taken from you.
    It’s the one not meant for you.
    It’s that life that must first die
    To let creativity fly
    To a life that was meant for you.
    .

    As he woke he became
    Aware that His limbs were not drained
    And his heart jaded black now was blue
    As his lungs filled his sight
    And he saw his own plight
    He began to believe
    That this Death
    Was meant to be.

    Death’s doors open wide
    Walking through them with great stride
    What he saw on the other side
    Dripped in jewels, bright and ripe

    As he raised his arm up
    To the plum hands cupped
    Through his hands
    Ran the juice
    To his lips parched and dry.
    As the juice ran down
    Past his chin that use to frown
    He believed that his creative soul
    Was something that would forever be

    Its just one soul that has departed
    But that one soul was not what it seemed
    It’s the shadow of just one artist parted
    Not the soul of this one creative being.

    It’s the art in the soul
    That makes a heart whole
    It’s warmth shining bright
    If you let it become light
    With the place that its
    Heart needs to go….

    With the heart of the soul
    Free to grow…….

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