Tap On The Door

When the projects are from another space and time 

The luxury we have to see in form how far we’ve come 

One piece holds up a portion of the collective 

In the new spaces, the right now, you see progress

Feel the growth, understand how it has worked 

How you have moved on 

But the prior activity still gets its honoring moment 

To let it go and share it

However that looks to each designer of the material 

Creating a portal through the heart, mind and body

Expressing mountains of language 

Without fully understanding yet trusting in this

There isn’t a right way 

Delivering the work you have created is the only thing

After you’ve spent part of your life harnessing the experience 

It comes and fills each of us up

Hovering around us 

Invisible tornadoes of spirit 

We change their tempos

Erase and redraw their faces to match our own

Believing in a faith of creativity 

Each day a different version of ourselves rises 

To meet that challenge in ourselves

Art comes 

Call it what you want 

Do it as it requires you to 

But there it will be 

Without material

Sitting everywhere with or without intent

Exposure is the experiences we experience 

Represented by every inch of air you breathe 

How you mention it to your inner characters

When it leaves your mouth 

And returns to shelter for nurturing 

If the doors inside are always open 

Flowing states will appear 

Your boundary identifies with itself when there is resistance 

Like water your soul will find a way to connect to the force

We can label it if we choose 

Or allow it to sit with us 

Becoming a part of our being as it already is 

Accept it or not 

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