What better place to spill your thoughts than upon a blank sheet of paper.
As one's unique prayers are intertwined ardently through
those same hundreds of words spoken by thousands of people,
every minute, every day,
take paper and pen as many have before you,
and make it yours alone,
ardently intertwining yourself--
Your thought, your mind, your soul,
to truly, make it
every stroke of a brush, swipe of a pen, drag of graphite is inspired by something--
a thought, that
this letter, this line, this contour, this curve, this motion,
shall represent a being, an object, a representative of fluid thought
that does not cease, but continues on end until that clairvoyant mind shall declare it so.
And it all belongs only
as your heart leaps obstacles holding the hand of the one you love,
take hold of that
pen, paint, canvas, that guitar, piano, microphone,
your body in motion to the bum-bada beat..
Take it all, with your soul and oh, so fervently,
let your heart leap, dive, soil and thrive.
Your passion for art is what you are in love with, and
because that one, unique passion can only derive from you,
love yourself, value yourself,
and above all, love the One who granted that passion upon you.