Tatum Diann
Why I Create
Without force, we are conscious
Without thought, the body still breathes
Without a physical form, the soul still exists infinitely
Without the artist, invisible waves of potential creativity still flow
The body is to transmute, to be the sacred radio tuned acutely to this station
Energy passes through, an open vessel of creation; our potential
It is not mine to decide what must be
I am one channel
Who sees the ancient word
Whispered always to us, through brain fog
Calling us to live as co-creators with God and to see Him
In all the forms of life, all the forms of this earth, and all the forms we add to it
I cannot choose the world I was born into, but I can share the world I believe is forever real
What I create I love, as only love creates what is real. This guides me in creation
Intuitively, the source shows me color, shape, feeling, composition
I watch my inner world exist outside on paint and canvas
Through a waking meditation
As if dreaming
Are we?
If so
I decided
That while I am here
An eternal traveler in a human carnation
I will give to this world I love, a mirror of our being potential
My creations value oneness, fluidity, and love. May its echo transmute back into all of life.
