The artist reminds the world of beauty
Without beauty the world will die
Without love the artist will die
Without the artist everything will die
Show the artist show love
They are more important than the politician
Or the activist.
Tag: creativity
The Hidden Jewel
Come close and listen
Oh tender one
It is fine to be a jewel
That few see
Some flowers
Are hidden from view
Deep in the forest
Some diamonds
Are never discovered
Don’t polish your mirror
So you can be seen
Polish it so you can see.
The Artist Saves Humanity From A Dry Existence
The linearity of this level of consciousness
Preoccupied by past, present, future
By the rational, practical and ordered mind
By survival and shelter
Is so dry and barren
When left to it’s own devices
It is only salvaged by creativity
By the artist
The poet
The mystic
The wild one
Who goes beyond
Who stumbles into the unknown
Who goes beyond the limit
They bring meaning
Something extraordinary
They shine a light
Remind us of our mystery
Our fragility
Vulnerability
They show us our own soul
And our broken hearts
They cry for us and with us
The artist
The beautiful, crazy ones,
Fit for nothing reasonable
And mostly hopeless
At fitting into anything
Save us from
Rigidity
And the constant sameness
Of things
For god’s sake
Buy their stuff
Share it, rave about it
Love them, tell them you love them
You may be all they have
You may be what stands between them
And giving up
And if you are one of them
Know this
What you do is of value
It doesn’t matter who sees it
Who hears it
Who reads it
What matters is your soul
What matters is you do it
Just do it anyway
Give up on the reason why
Or the outcome
What you do matters
On levels of consciousness
Unseen and invisible
If you get reward on this plane
Great
If you don’t
Great
Do what you must
And do it with your brazen
Broken
Wounded
Wild
Crazy heart wide open.
Divine Dance of Form
I have felt the sun rise
Inside my own body
Felt the waning moon
Weeping in my heart
I have had planets
And constellations
Of wild energy systems
Circulating up my spine
The whole universe
Has been inside me
And I have been
Inside the universe
But then something changed
And a new kind of peace arrived
Now I no longer know
Or care
Which is which
Or what is what
For all division
Between this and that
Between inside and outside
Between me and the vast
Has dissolved
There is only one thing
One intelligence
Emerging into form
As many
And disappearing
Back into itself
It is almost impossible
For the mind to grasp
But if you get just a hint
Of what I mean
It will be enough.
Photo by Billy Huynh on Unsplash
Let The Air In
Grace is all around you
In the details and experiences of your life
It may not be there
In the way you desire
And it may even feel
As though you are a victim of life
But if you keep the window open
Just a fraction
The healing wind of grace
Will surely blow in
And bring fresh air
To that airless room
Sooner or later
Grace will have its way.
The Sweetest Invitation
‘Come home,’
The heart whispered,
‘Open and fall into grace.’
‘Don’t trust that voice,’
Taunted the mind,
‘It will lead you to trouble.’
And thus you lived
Between the two
Tyrannized by doubt
Yet drawn by the sweetness of the invitation
Some say love is a choice
But maybe it’s inevitable.
I Met Myself
I met my younger self on the road
He looked at me with suspicion
I looked back with love
He said he was angry
I told him it will pass
He said ‘I hate the world.’
I showed him there is no world outside him
He dragged a bag around filled with stuff
I told him he wouldn’t need it for long
He asked me, ‘What am I going to do?’
I said, ‘Trust.’
‘Trust what?’
‘Life.’
We talked for a long time
I showed him what he had become
How he let go of his grievances
How his wounds turned to gifts
And his confusion turned to clarity
How joyous and forgiving he had become
And how all the pain turned to grace
He had no idea who I was
But his eyes sparkled with teary emotion
When our encounter came to an end
We hugged and drifted back to our journeys
I swear I saw a skip in his step as he disappeared
Into the distance.
