WHAT’S AN ARTIST?

Someone who's visual, 

paints pictures on walls,

 a page or cave - we are told.

Someone who designs structures in the mind-field:

a kindof craftsperson who may not even visualize

but is aware of beauty in form

and able to represent it -

via senses and synasthesia

in feeling, shape, sound;

to express harmony in spatial, tangible, hands-on ways.

Seeing is believing, some say.

but only as far as spacetimes’

 edges of perception allow,

and retinal angles permit.

Able to see, in the instant

without imagining, projection

is holistic and unborn, truly creative;

while it's proclaimed and maintained as only relative.

Evolving faculties are soft and subtle,

like any new expression -

whatever the colour, my indigo friends;

old and outworn definitions don’t fit with existential be-ing, 

let alone becomingness.

There’s a familiar pattern of hanging-on 

to bygone patterns and practises

that need proven evidence,

whether religious or scientific.

So we wonder why we’re stuck

and deduce it’s the end of the

world,

or someone’s fault, something

to fix or save;

rather than to rejoice and celebrate,

treat tenderly in the present,

- and reverently investigate;

giving thanks.