Original DDE™ art: “Idea Rising” by: rob kistner © 12/7/25
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a new dawn
moves inside me—
so soft
it feels like breath
I didn’t know I was holding
it arrives without clarions
just a warm press of presence
in a place I go — too seldom
an idea
astonishing
yet gentle in its entry—
it rises like a slow wave
a momentous tide
made of quiet insistence
it breaks — not on the world
but on the shy shoreline
behind my heart
where I keep the parts of myself
I’ve learned to protect
when it reaches me there
I feel something deepen—
a tenderness
a recognition
a small courage waking
the idea doesn’t demand
it simply waits
as if asking a single question:
Will you let me stay?
and I do
I let it find its way
through the bright passages
of my wild imagination
into my quiet inner passages
of conceptual calculation
into the dim corners
that still remember how to blaze—
it is mapping
with its soft searching light
everything I have yet to create
it is looking
for a fresh shore
from which to embark
as this new dawn
of an incredible idea
rises—
quiet at first
just a shimmer
on the mind’s horizon—
it soon will break
sudden and immense
like a momentous wave
unspooling its long-held thunder
upon the open shore of possibility
I feel it gather
feel it swelling
a pulse of light
moving through shadow
a whisper
sharpening into full voice
It brings with it
the scent of futures
that have not yet
learned their names
the faint warmth of brilliance
testing the edges of becoming
in this widening hush
I finally understand
I am not witnessing the idea—
I am entering it
its pulls me inward
toward its bright terrain—
where imagination
keeps its promises
and creation breathes
its first deep breath
here
on this radiant shoreline
everything is suddenly alive—
and the world waits
listening
for what magic will call out
from this rising tide
of virgin light
rob kistner © 12/7/25