The Artist Restored

By L.M. Beatty

A piece of paper, blank page of stark white,

holds little value except potential.

For adventure seeks; its purpose unknown,

a journey awaits. Ink suddenly stains!

No longer a void, now littered with joy.

Gifts bestowed. Letters, words form sentences,

pages yield chapters: action, story, light.

 

Pulled from the mind of an artist restored,

not she who creates—the master provides.

Merely she copies obedient words.

To force art is folly, don’t waste the time.

Seek only peace; expectations released.

For rest comes with ease when first, rest is found.

Process trust & trust the process—let go.

 

Write not from your own sense of right & wrong,

but that which gives your soul breath. Just begin!