You have this power….
It is in the hand that holds the brush
pen
charcoal stub.
It comes from the deep place within that,
when you take a moment to turn your ear to it
tune-
it flies furiously up to enfold your senses
forever.
This
your soul speaking to the innate necessity to express its presence through the sweep of your brush.
Take it up.
You have turned your ear and heard.
The call will not recede.
It has risen and demands answer.
Now is the time.