Only light and love remain

I am an artist. It is not something I became…
I just something I always was.
Art has always been a part of me…
who I am,
how I see,
and function in the world.
I am not an artist because I make art,
I am an artist
Because it is my very being,
my soul.
It is my essence,
A way of viewing the world and seeing possibilities.
An inner voice that says
“What if…”
“Maybe if I tried….”
“Oh look, at how those random things go together.”
“I wonder if…”
It is a desire for harmony and beauty in everything.
It is to hear a song that others may not always hear,
And try to follow it to see where it will lead me.
It is to be surprised by the ordinary
And then to understand
there is no ordinary.
And sometimes,
In magical moments,
I experience the sacredness,
Where time stops,
And only light and love remain.