It is difficult to capture the enormity of the impact of The Designer and the Signatures, The Designs. The impacts create a design of their own, in the psyche. The Essence, The Designer, is Infinite and hence is the impact too. Yet, while this becomes the reason for limitation felt in expressing the impact, this very infiniteness gives us the liberty to express in infinite ways. We are thus never short of expressions, with each being different from the other—depending on the moment when they are received. ‘When’ decides the ‘how’, as ‘when’ holds the receptivity and its nature.
Thus while different individuals come up with different expression in the in the wake of the similar situations they wake up to, the same individual wakes up in different fashion—and expresses differently—keeping with the level of awakening experienced. No wonder infinite expressions erupt out of the ‘well’ of unfathomable depth within. A ‘well’ which holds our well being, and which is accessed when we are being led to the depths of that ‘well’—our truth—makes us swell with wonderful inspirations, causing them to overflow and become creations, shared with the world. That which comes up, comes out.
And these inspirations are received as flashes, Hence, “The flash upon the inward eye, which is bliss of solitude”, by Wordsworth in his signature poem, ‘The Daffodils’.
This famous line has been on my lips since I read the poem, as a kid—then, more because my father uttered it often. Though he uttered with full awareness of what he was uttering, I muttered because he uttered it. Furthermore, as a kid, ‘quoting’ Wordsworth saw me ‘courting’ appreciation! Who would forego that? Not even adults! Thus my utterance was adulterated with ignorance and craving for praise. But the inner voice kept asking as to how, and why, solitude could, and be, bliss.
Yet that it indeed is, I was made to realize in deed—with the impact of the flashes of inspiration on my own inward eye, in moments of absolute stillness, being with myself-- not surrounded by any and again surrounded by many—experiencing the solitude and the bliss. The truth ‘in’ the ‘line’ was underlined in my conscious consciousness and eyes opened to the philosophy and to the immeasurable worth of the words. That was my first real appreciation of the Soul, as the incarnation, called William Wordsworth.
Then the ‘mechanism of creation’—the way creativity works—started to dawn on me and the worth of words received, as inspirations, changed the meaning and significance of solitude for ever and thus the worth of solitude too…