Becoming art.

Your soul is magickal, glistening through your skin – it kind of smells like honeysuckles and warm afternoons. I want to watch the evolution of you – your struggle to BE, you, as you find the courage to say no to anything that hides or takes away from your true essence. Better yet, I want to be there each step of the way… wiping your tears, kissing your joy, lovingly embracing your angry words, the illusion of any separateness between us dissolving… you ARE magnificent and each time you come close to accepting that truth… I watch art being birthed right in front of me… breathtaking, sacred, real… I want to witness each of those beautiful moments with you… and just maybe, through you, I will evolve and become art too.