The true artist does not paint pictures,
the true artists lends themselves to be and become
a paintbrush in the mysterious hand
of life.
The true musician does not play an instrument
but allows that self to be an instrument played
by the breathing space that encircles
all things.
In this way my darling
there is nothing you need to do,
or seek, or find, or become.
No fireworks, no flashing lights,
no grand awakening to understand
that you are not creative,
you are creation.
In this way my darling, wisdom
is the opening into that very vastness,
to be contained by that which has no edge,
and there find, there is no center.
It is to contemplate the Great
Mystery, and at the same time find
the Great Mystery contemplating
you.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 11:57 PM UTC
The true artist does not paint pictures,
the true artists lends themselves to be and become
a paintbrush in the mysterious hand
of life.
The true musician does not play an instrument
but allows that self to be an instrument played
by the breathing space that encircles
all things.
In this way my darling
there is nothing you need to do,
or seek, or find, or become.
No fireworks, no flashing lights,
no grand awakening to understand
that you are not creative,
you are creation.
In this way my darling, wisdom
is the opening into that very vastness,
to be contained by that which has no edge,
and there find, there is no center.
It is to contemplate the Great
Mystery, and at the same time find
the Great Mystery contemplating
you.
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