“Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” – Einstein
Imagination is more important than knowledge! Thank sweet baby Jesus for that, because I didn’t learn a thing more than street smarts and charm until I was 30.
And now, just 6 years into my education, I love that I totally resonate with this 18th century poem by William Blake:
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a Green thing that stands in the way.
Some see Nature all Ridicule and Deformity … and some scarce see Nature at all.
But to the eyes of the Man of Imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
I first saw this poem yesterday in Wayne Dyer’s book Wishes Fulfilled, and read it several times over.
I credit my Gma for all my imagination. We brought to form so many things from nothing as kids, that I never doubted the possibilities. She instilled that fun creativity in all of us grandkids: the gift to constantly think outside the proverbial box.
She also gave us our love of Nature. We went on weekly explorations all over DC. We helped her garden. We went on hikes. We pulled over on the side of a busy road together to take pictures of the beautiful wild flowers in full bloom, more than a few times. She loved nature right down to the rocks and would even have us haul them home to line her flower beds.
This poem reminds me of that innate knowing. That connection. The thing we all have if we’re willing to tap into it. That childlike awe. That simple insatiable curiosity. That trust that we can absolutely make something from nothing, if we don’t let fear get in the way.
Everything we see in the world is a manifestation of imagination. It all came from nothing but energy. Energy that began as pure unadulterated intention.
You don’t have to be a genius to be creative, but you do have to be creative to dream. And in my eyes, those acting out their dreams are genius!
I leave you with this: We all thought we were an artist for a while. We all thought we could do or be anything. We, at some point, thought our ideas were ingenious. In the next 48 hours, hang out with that inner artist for a while. Get out in nature, if you can, and reconnect to that innocent inquisitiveness. And just see what comes of it. I have an inkling, you’ll wanna go there more often;)