some color inside the lines.
and others, outside the lines.
some are like “wait.. what, there are lines?!”
and then are those who
sit back watching all the beauty unfold.
But then the real magic happens:
They jump back in and make their mark.
Inside lines, outside lines, no lines;
knowing all of it so deeply as an expression of themselves,
and simultaneously, so not.
By releasing all grasping of their contribution,
they serve as Spirit's paintbrush,
for life and energy to express itself through.
It’s in the release that frees and makes room for possibility.
We are all artists - working from different places,
but it's happening, now and always.
So let the fact that we all are artists, be our unifier, not our art.
I'm not religious, I'm spiritual and for me that means, it comes from my soul. No dogma or religious artifacts attached. Call it what you'd like, Spirit, Universe, Source, Ourselves, Nature, ***, Goddess - to me all the same.