What Is An Artist?
The music is both within and without
And my body searches for the muscles,
Timing and clarity to let it flow,
To come together in the present
Without my edit, without my comment.
The art exists unto itself. I am
Merely a vessel for its unfolding.
It is far older than we can imagine
And will persist long after
We are gone.
Call it the muse, infinite possibility,
Spirit, Soul or God. It sees
Beyond our vision, feels for all
Creation, knows all answers,
Cannot be known.
The beauty of design is both within
And without. My expression learns
To reveal what has always been,
Always will be
Without our footprint.
And I am no different
Than universal man.
The thing that cannot be known
Is the center of each universe.
We are all artists.