I’ve been making more and more time for art in my life and I hope you will too. ❤️
There was a lesson you were supposed to learn but didn’t. You've been addicted to searching and calling it commitment. Calling it "at least I'm not complacent" Calling it "getting ahead" But you need time on your side, not at your back. It's not what you're working for It's what you're working against. But you don't have to. You think you can get there early But you're out of breath and out of tune. You've been running all afternoon and all through the night. You've been keeping your dreams just up ahead. Addicted to waiting and calling it "being prepared" Calling it "running" Calling it the one thing you can control. But it isn't. You wish you would have started by now As if now were an end date. Now is a first date you can't show up early to. You can't even get there in time. It doesn't take credit cards or advanced payments But it will accept certain lyrical arrangements; It won't ask you to change but Time is a wishing well. And wish is the sound the wind makes When it exhales. Listening is a meeting place In the shoreless ocean. You don't have to be patient but you do have to become one A patient that is - someone who is receiving care; Someone who doesn't wait to breathe in That silky autumn air So put your things down. You're not going anywhere. You're in this rehab center That you didn't pay for And you can never pay back; You can only sing to: Great Mother Water Teach me how to land How to build a home here and How to let go of my need to understand Why time flies and when it doesn't. How the river runs by But it's not going anywhere. I am a mediocre painter. I'm still learning how to sing. How to be still here And let my dreams catch up to me While the gentle breeze Wishes by I am receiving care On an inhale And a belated prayer.