They try to get all scientific. But what if it’s just art?
All theoretical. All theological. All intellectual. All psychological. All financial.
All fear. All terror.
But what if it’s just art?
What if this is all just art? All just performance. For the sake of?
What if the point is the enJoyment of it all?
The creativity. The passion.
The colors. The lights. The sounds. The drama of it all?
Even the smells. The textures. The tastes.
The storms. The rain. The cold. The big bright sun on blue skies with perfectly puffy clouds.
What if it’s all just for the art? Played out on our hearts? In our beautifully strong yet fragile bodies.
Of all shapes and sizes.
Blue eyes, green eyes, brown. Black hair, blonde. Curly and bone straight. Short and tall. Big and not so round. Soft and chiseled. The art of us all.
What if we are the theater?
How dare I take this human experience too seriously? From a God, a Creator so endlessly magnificent!
Gives us all the colors in the crayon box. All the markers. All the glitters. All the paint.
And then how absolutely dare us not even pick up a brush! How dare us not even sing a note! How dare us not even move or tap a toe to a beat!
How dare I be so obsessed with not being rejected that I decline the art of a meal someone prepared for me… to enJoy!
How dare I give into sadness. Instead of celebrating it.
How dare I be afraid of anger. Instead of screaming as loud as I can to get that shit out!
How dare I join you in dying before your time has come!!!
How dare I shame myself for Loving you just the same. Even though I can’t fix a damn thing.
How dare I give into the pressure to make myself so small that I am erased!
I am a child of A GREAT BIG GOD that Creates galaxies! How dare I shut up! How dare I shut down!
How dare I not Live and Love out so loud!!!