There will come a time
When one must slow down
To release the reigns
Not only feel the wind
But stop & smell what it brings
A shift in season
Seeing that change brings suffering
Yet also beauty
As the autumn brings death
With glory in its leaves.
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another year gone by
more lessons in betrayal
this time it’s my body
that has turned her head
yet here I am
continuing towards something
still waking up every day
priorities continually shifting
yet always coming back
to a few specific things
maybe it’s a gift
the constant reminder
of what very little is true.
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I think the issue
That I frequently come back to
I never know
What kind of day it will be
If it were
Our last.
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What dawned on me today is that to be an artist is but to be vulnerable. It is to show a piece of your inner self in some seen way – to write it down, paint it, sing it, photograph it. Art is the soul on display. Of course work & skill become part of a practice but the essence itself is only— vulnerability.
