As an artist I must first be,
Open to worlds they say cannot be,
Then I must download and seek to create,
What I am given before it’s too late.

Most often a crisis erupts in my life,
When I have veered off track,
And chased an illusion or got so attached,
That my Soul had to bring me back.

This sober situation,
Is breaking my heart open wide.
Giving me feelings I've not felt before,
And changing the course of my life.

I will not suppress my anger,
I will scream and shout and stamp,
Breathing deep I release it all,
And return to the eternal dance.

Not all illusions are delusions,
But windows into what may be,
A future so nice, with sugar and spice,
Prepared and ready for me.

I have important decisions to make,
That affect both myself and others.
As I can’t see all and wish to stand tall,
I will ask for the help of The Father.

I'm not going to just hang around,
And play in my own little world,
But stand up, speak out, and participate,
So my heart and soul are heard.

In all my busyness,
I will not forget,
That I am being of love and light,
Here to imagine, envision, and invent.

When I drop down out of my head,
Into my belly below,
I am at peace with whatever is,
Knowing it all comes and goes.

I have what it takes to get the job done,
Even though sometimes it hurts.
Because I know deep down inside,
That it's me who creates my worth.