began the lost artist search
and rescue brought back to life
feeling the heart finally pound
through the chest looking up
with eyes to the sky
could very well be sand at the back
found the artist hiding between pages
old words and feelings
now they appear to have been
for no good reason
stumbling forward the artist
was no doubt waiting to be found
inspired again brought back to life
leaving much behind
shedding old thoughts like skin
stretched and broken
out grown stumbling forward
faster twisted with thought
in the best possible sense
only positive energy moving all around
the artist turned on that switch
that spark ignited his mind
becoming a sponge for all
the inspiration he becomes one with
no one should be confused
nothing too complex
try to understand
standing over standing
blessings come at times
when they are needed most
trying no more to be happy
is a state of mind
that exists when trying the least
it’s there and it needs to be enjoyed
not ignored or unnoticed
the artist emerges more himself than ever
as if he heard the mighty om
in the powerful river…
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