Poets, lose your pens,
Painters, toss your brushes
in the sea,
Musicians, give your instruments
away,
then go for a long walk.

When you're done,
keep walking,
notice the beauty all around you.
Don't try to remember
a single thing,
breathe.

This holy moment is your poetry,
your art, your song.


Do not concern yourself with giving it form.

The One for whom you create
deeply loves what you just didn't do.

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