Come Forward with Your Art

Come forward with your art,
come share the truth of  your decay,
your ultimate humility.

Come forward with your art,
with your seed gifts
    which sacrifice ego 
and amplify soul.

The only real sin is
    being un-whole.
Unholy.

Fragmented-like
a bird
  flying
with out a wing.

Come forward with your art,
I will bless you
  with bubbles
and manifest your heart
 into its proper dimension.

Come forward with your art,
     and feel how big you can be.
Just how much space
a soul is 
when laid out 
   against the world.

Come forward, my love,
with your art,
   and experience
 the rebirth of time.

You will learn
  (from scratch)
how to
     become one.


It is the mind that disappears
   when we awaken to our thousand
         mysterious destinies.

Come forward with your art,
           and you will look your most secret 
most dangerous
   fear
 in the face
and feel your unfathomable
                                     darkness grow 
into veins 
     of gold.
Extending you outwards, 
   tree branches
     fed by the ground and the sky. 

And here, as golden tree,
   your rootedness meets its celestial mirror.

   And oneness is felt
as one tiny speck 
 in the center of it all.

This speck—-
    this is your he(art).

I will meet you there.