Work of Art

We are all a work in progress,

You could say - we are art,

We start anew and develop,

Our skills from our heart.

In this life we change,

This isn’t a bad thing,

We determine which way we go,

The way that we will swing,

Do we follow our logic?

Or do we follow the heart?

We follow our divine calling,

That’s a place to start,

That feeling inside of us all,

That pulls us through life,

The one that gives direction,

The one that can give us strife,

By following this pathway,

We learn what to be,

We become luminescent,

We become totally free,

This path isn’t perfect,

Along the way we fall,

We trip and claw to get up,

And scream, shout, and call,

Ultimately for us,

The calling is always right,

As in the end we evolve,

Into something bright,

So don’t lose faith or trust,

Shout out for guidance,

Don’t shut yourself down,

Or you will receive silence,

Like a writers block,

You close off your intuition,

This is hard to take,

I know this by admission,

When you open yourself and understand,

there’s more than the 3D,

The possibilities widen,

Your soul inside is free,

So never judge yourself by others,

Your path they don’t walk,

Take your own inspiration,

You need to talk the talk,

Follow your inner knowing,

Your gut is always right,

It will lead to a destination,

Full of blinding light,

A moment of epiphany,

Will hit you like a dart,

That once you do your soul work,

You become a work of art.