The Artist wakes in the morning. She hears the sea of visions calling. She slips out of dream’s clothing, and puts on the clothes of the sun,
The Artist steps into sacred rhythm. Following a spiral of wind, shell and bone. She kneels at the ocean of colors, and communes with the dolphins of joy.
The Artist bathes in luminous waves of high frequency shapes, as they come in. She wades into universal imagination at high tide, and devotes herself to diving in.
The Artist dives and emerges, dives and emerges. She discovers more beauty than she can fathom, more gifts than she can hold. She lays her favorite treasures on the shore, and when the tide begins to ebb, she floats in the peace of her freedom.