These waters run deep

To the ocean floor

Beyond the milky way

Past forevermore

A place yet to exist

And

A place which always was

Of the All

As the All

A Cloud

Cannot be captured

Let Freedom Flow

Let the Cleansing Rains Drip

A Catylist

A Conduit

A Rock

A Shroud

A Full Heart

A Thumping Drum Beat

Silence Out Loud

The Art itself is a life and need to express of its own.

Simply a conduit for my creators love of creation.

My hand is my creators hand.

My emotions on lend for the time being.

A borrowed Body. Life And Mind.

Of which these Arts Flow.

From the Creator above. Through my heart. My hand. To You.

A Gift. From Love. For You.