Sunday, July 16, 2006

Artists of the Spirit

Dreaming Canto 30
Story

Our lives are not exactly
random, but follow love
in ways distracted by

the sudden gust of fear
or other emotional
obstructions. Spirit waits.

In time your life creates
its art. Not art for art’s
own sake, but life at heart.

~Son Rivers 2006

2 comments:

Dick Jones said...

A wonderfully compressed statement. Minimum verbiage, maximum impact!

Anonymous said...

This poem speaks for each and every soul who has ever loved or has been afraid to love. Thanks for putting it out there!
~Skye