True love is painful.
A dove flies when rain falls.
Without pain we can’t grow.
Deep down our hearts know.
We can heal.
We can feel.
We can fake.
We can break.
But nothing is more beautiful,
And nothing is more dutiful,
Than pure devotions,
Fueled by real emotions.
I have loved.
I am loved.
I am haunted.
I am wanted.
Minds can’t always translate,
What hearts want to say.
But beauty is here today,
And goodness is here to stay.
Sleep now little rose.
Let go of all your woes.
All creatures have horns.
No use fighting thorns.
You have had enough.
It is time to grow up.
Little ruby caterpillar.
Fly now – you’ll feel better.
When people receive hurt, they hurt others. That hurt does not go away but merely grows exponentially.
But real artists do not pass on this hurt. They contain it. They transform it. And hopefully, if they survive it, it is transformed into an energy of healing for this world.
With so much pain and suffering in this world today, it is no surprise to me that more and more great artists pass on.
Real artists take their responsibilities seriously. They refuse to send out that hurt.
They accept the hurt – willingly – so that they can translate it into something beautiful.
They then send that beauty out into the world – pain purified through their time and effort – their poetry, music, films, paintings, sculptures, dancing, cooking, and many other art forms… delivered to this world, accepted or not, taken for granted or not, but which ultimately heal this world, little by little.
Art is nourishment for all the souls of this Universe.
For some artists, there is only so much hurt they can take.
For the rest of them, they try their best to survive day by day, getting better, translating better, and hoping to purify this world of hate and hurt.
So, to all the artists out there – I want to say:
Take care of yourselves!
You are loved. You are cherished. You are gifted.
Do not be afraid to take a break once in a while.
Yes – Art is seductive; Art is addictive; and Art is beautiful.
And ultimately, it is your Art that you will leave behind that will transcend all dimensions of the Universe.
But Art takes time to be Beautiful.
Beauty. A Curse. A Blessing. A Gift.
One which, all artists know very well and will not trade for eternity.
On little fly, don’t be so blue.
Open your eyes to the world before you.
Every corner you see is painted with beauty.
Your heart is alive as red as it bleeds.
You take in love. You take in sorrow.
You feel today like there is no tomorrow.
Walk forward to a new day.
The light of dawn will shine on your brave.