By Leonardo Rodriguez Carrion
Art Begins
Art is in the past tense. Writing is in the past tense. Music is in the past tense. Rhythm is in the present. Flow is forever
As the painter is to the brush, the pencil is to the writer, which is the method of wording. We hold instruments to worlds not explored yet, not expressed yet.
In one’s mind, the imagination can run rampant—a universe on its own. Let the words and creativity flow out. An inner gate may seal it shut, but you have the keys and strength to turn the valve. No more is there to let go as the release of it all is added to the river of time, for it will cycle back once more when you find it.
The words, the stories, and the lessons all ring to different fish. The fish represent each soul in our vast journey, our immense universe.
Art Continues
The writer was never lost. Across space and time, forward and backwards, with the soul, his tools were always there. In so many instances, I had forged it with steel, wood, feather, stone, whatever resource I had, I made it work. The ability to write down a thought was too powerful to let go.
Far too powerful. Powers beyond us monitor our world hidden and unseen. The good of it, the bad of it, the neutrality in between the gray lines. Not so many have seen or encountered them. Through writing, their presence will be known, if not now, then in the next life.
Art ends, yet, is infinite
No art is ever lost. No book, no poem, no musical note, no lyric, no sound, no creative expression. They all exist. To experience each and every one of them, is a delight to the soul.
Listen to the soul, for its spirit is of real tenderness and juice. The soul will speak to you, subtly. Pay attention, for soul is the realness of our growth to one and all.
In time, there will be more art, more writing, more to watch, to listen, to smell, to touch, to experience. Let’s enjoy what life gives.
