On Giving Birth to Art

Let's be honest with ourselves,

artists of the soul-

Every morning we arise with dust within ourselves

muck

a new creature

below it all

nesting

hatching

growing

and we have a duty , a drive,

to dig through the dirt

and unravel the beautiful bag of treasure buried deep.

Our emotions alert us of this coming birth

our nerves sense the labor pains

as the toil of extraction

and we understand intuitively the need to just relax, lie low, and let it come.

Everyday, we undergo this process of inner rebirth

as that which lies below

screams unyieldingly to be released

to be fed.

So dig, fellow artists, dig and breathe and release.

It is our role, it is our mission, it is our bodies that house these treasures.

Dig, yell, release.

Repeat.