
A fine piece of art
Has the soul of the artist
Embedded within it forever.

A poet leaves his soultraces
On his poetry
For they evoke his hearts imagery.
Like a writer leaves his hearts imprints
On the story
With his personal take on life.

The painter paints a picture
But emotes the scene
Etched deep in his heart.
The dancer graces the space
With gratitude
From the freedom in the spirit of movement.
The musicians hand creates
With artistic abandon
Signing every piece with his soul.

And in the letting go
Of the creation at hand
Without personal attachment
Marks the path of discovery
Of the value attached
In every part to the whole
For then the art
Breathes life unto itself

To inspire some more.
As it is left bare open
To be shared and seen
In the ever expanding horizon
And in the trials & tribulations
In the making, it knows
It is blessed with the divine touch.
Often as artists there is much at stake ingrained individually.
But to move beyond these narrow means is an awakening to the arising and ever expanding horion of truth in its infinite potential. And that is what gives the shape of things to come.
To see beauty in creation is to know its strength and weaknesses as they are …
knowing it is the divine creators touch that makes it unique even in its very falliability.

No matter then, the elements the energy chooses to express with… for in the very enterprise of creation is a divine transcendence.
Savvy
















































































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