372: I feel no worthiness

I offer another the idea that worthiness is not the point love is or at least connection we are never and always worthiness the word itself picks at indoctrination or dogma for which only man’s hand held the brush no god creates with absolute as man paints...

371: the silence we listen to

we often can’t hear it or simply don’t want to so tune into a louder song at the core when the noise falls away when there is nothing left to turn the dial to in order to shut out this truth? the silence I hear holds the richest melody a shock to my ears...

370: simplicity is the depth of me

it comes in layers not everyone can see the complexity of debris collected intentionally not always by me but placed there by another’s hand each addition becoming more complex yet as it grows forms a simplicity my soul has meant to become yearned for at each...

369: the soul and luminous clarity sit together

the pain cut deep I’d done it again hurt one of the few closest to me forever people just by speaking incorrectly we come out on the other side holding hands richer for the walk together not broken left along the side of the road yet the inbetween that came...

368: I need things out from under me

Why I am an artist Declaration I do not want to sit with things from my head or heart or gut as they arise they are rarely pretty at this stage unrecognizable to this present time they take a toll dismembering their truth mis-securing preservation I need these things...