Patience with Art




Do nothing.

Sometimes, we hold our art in our hands.

We want to let it go out into the world and soar like a dove,

High above the skies,

And shout joyous peace to all.



Our art stay stagnant,

Filling us with impatience,


When we allow our art to grow and live,

Without our own control,

Wreckless perfection,


Ruthless criticism,


It does fly.

It does sing peace.

It becomes everything.


Let your art take flight today.


All you have to do is nothing


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