With Creation
A spark in the imagination
An idea in permeation
Images come from nowhere
In the mind’s eye they stare
Aching to be manifested
Insight waiting to be digested
Seeking to be expressed
Resonance for the distressed
Art is a reflection of what lies inside
The essence of awareness being implied
Painting is the action that I do most
But, for the product I can hardly boast
I am not responsible for creation
I simply board a train at the station
Creative energy takes me for a ride
My presence is all that I can provide
I am not the maker of the jewel
Like art, I am only nature’s tool
I am one of the instruments being used
With the process of creation I am fused
My vessel is an extension of the brush
Meticulous strokes happen without a rush
My only goal is to let myself become empty
An absence of conscious effort is plenty
Allowing nature to take its course
Pure expression exists not by force
If you completely lose your sense of self
What comes before you will create itself