Blood is the flow inside the forest of my body, bones like the trunks holding up my canopy of consciousness dense with diversity and experienced in all the seasons all the day into the setting sun. Everything sets into the sun. Too large to comprehend it remains for a purpose deeper than all man-comprehending science igniting our awareness of the lands before us, traveled by the all-too-many, crowded upon with the human struggles of survival. Forging ahead into the microcosm, climbing up towards this macrocosm, let my visions of truth prove joy to many and return to the source from which they came to me, uplifted and in an enlightened state. Awaken those who have forgotten or don’t yet know or almost do. Stand apart and exist for yourself honestly with love, and the rest will follow reflecting you and may just satisfy those open enough towards what you’re doing. Let it exist for art’s sake, non-conforming, full, loose and unpredictable. Allow it to reflect thy Mother and Father and take you out into the furthest reaches of the complete self, not once taking into make- believe awareness how others may be perceiving you. You could never “satisfy” them all and we can never have others’ satisfaction as the Goal since the only person who can truly please us artistically, spiritually, is oneself. Every soul is different and to express confined to another’s model for their self, is not only limiting but incomplete. Temporarily and on occasion it is a good thing and stands to remain refreshing—assuming we’ve risen to the occasion— and existing there as being a part of the real world, un-isolated. Yet, there can only be a balance—not one or the other. A tremendous challenge of the artist is to maintain that… that balance… May 28, 2006