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