True Creators

In a world where self-worth is measured
through the filtered gaze of a camera lens, where 
relevancy depends on relentless exposure, 
I have come to see that the truest, 
most authentic creators are those who 
shun the spotlight, the few solitary
figures quietly attuned to life’s arcane 
rhythms, content to remain 
unseen.

They dwell far from the clamor 
of the ego-driven crowd -- that 
congregation of convulsionaries
self-assured with their half-knowledge, 
heaving their regurgitated
views into the digital abyss 
fishing for desperate disciples 
who will kneel at the altar 
of their cheap insight.  

Authentic creators feel no compulsion 
to adorn themselves with titles, to animate 
their anemic individualities with boisterous 
antics, to parade their prestige or flaunt 
their unmerited pride as a means 
to disguise their inner 
wasteland. 

They understand that speech should be
scarce and devoid of platitudes
and catchphrases. They speak 
only when their words can rise 
above the purity of silence, carrying 
truths and profound emotions, distilled 
into the simplest and most 
essential form.

They create in the shadows, tucked away
from the prevailing passions of
the dispossessed glory-grabbers, content 
in doing their work for its own sake. 

They aren’t bogged down with inane vanities 
or a need to appear virtuous. 

They are metaphysical vessels of a creative power 
that extends far beyond the margins of self. 
And their reward is not found in the 
unhallowed trappings of riches and notoriety, 
but in a kind of inner glory and genuine 
gratification that those with a fierce 
fetish to be revered and praised 
rarely achieve.