To be free requires effort. To be happy requires skill.
I am a freedom artist.
I make serenity, passion, pleasure and faith look effortless. It is my daily act, my performance.
If you look closer, you will see that my spirit is bruised and trembles with the strain of holding itself aloft so beautifully in a world of heavy burdens. Misery, regret, fear, turmoil and shame weight me down so mightily, they leave gravity green-eyed.
I am free not like a bird flies but like a ballerina leaps.
When you see my brightness, know that it hides a small universe of shadows that work in dark costumes to arrange the stage of my life so that I may shine shine shine and astound you.
Do not mistake my exertion for a miracle. Do not mistake my lifetime of endless trying for a blessing.
To all those who see me smile and dismiss my joy as naive, my hope as ignorant, my faith as baseless… My darkness is a space deeper and vaster than you can imagine. My shadows could eat you alive. My abyss will gaze into you if you come near enough to see its reflection in my eyes.
MY SMILES HAVE MANY TEETH.
To all those who see me rejoice, worship and pray, know this:
My happiness is not an easy thing for me to display. My passion is not effortless. I suffer for my freedom every day. I practice my liberation from my burdens for hours.
I leap for perfection, stroke its fulfilling breadth with a dainty hand then land, heavy-hearted elegance.
Sometimes, I fall. Sometimes, I break.
I wait. I heal. I grieve. I wake. I rise. I toil.
I am late for my let me show you who I am what I can do all I will be.
I run. I run. I run.
I catch up to myself.
I dance again.
Are you awed now? Do you recognize my skills now?
Do you see me?
Come closer. Here are front row seats to my performance of my existence.
Look keenly. You will see me breast the effort of holding my soul so high, it brightens your day and lights up your path (you ingrate). Look at me. You will see my soul’s sweat drip drip drip from my eyelashes.
Am I not brilliant in my craft? Am I not equally magnificent in my exertion to fabricate myself?
I am a freedom artist. I am a manifestor of dreams.
Admire the the fruits of my pleasure, Witness.
WATCH MY SPIRIT SOAR!