Here’s To All The Starving Artists
Would you like a piece of bread?
Starving artist…
would you like a piece of bread?
Or would my company be enough
as you paint your worlds instead?
In this ephemeral world, the universe conspires
as it plays the chords that hum
reverberating through your heart;
your brush translates the message
in colors blended and bold.
Starving artist…
I still have many questions.
Why is it that you have found the answer…
while many of us are still searching
paintless walls that bind us.
Can you tell me your secret?
Reveal to me how you did it?
Here you sit in front of your home —
in front of canvas, paint, and some water
alone on the streets.
How is it that you are fulfilled?
Did the stars align?
Are you immortal?
To continue to paint
even with only a penny
inside your hat of treasure?
Or did you hide your treasure?
Is it beneath your jacket?
Tucked beneath your boot?
Have you lived the life you desired?
Which one are you—
eccentric or fool?
Starving artist…
do my words make sense
or have I rambled?
Because still I ponder
what is it —
what is the secret;
how have you found the meaning of life?
Child…
You ask too many questions
on the meaning of life.
You search too deep
looking for rainbows
and nonexistent secrets tucked beneath sweater and boot.
Has the world really been so unkind to you
to not have revealed…
The answer to your question —
look up!
it’s found there,
and here,
above and below.
Did you see it yet?
Look close dear:
once the dawn arrives,
perhaps invisible for a moment,
but soon will come to light…
If you still cannot see it,
it is there you must look
and find your answer.
For this very reason child,
I have made my plight .
From this world into another —
into another life.
Take a look, child.
Take a look right here.
Here is the heart of a starving artist,
in violet, rose, and teal.
Open your heart.
Close your eyes.
Child…
What do you see?
On that very night
I sat there on the street.
I waited with you starving artist
as you let me walk inside your canvas
Translated by your paint
in violet, rose, and teal.
Starving artist…
No longer do I believe.
You never were a starving artist.
You did not need my piece of bread.
Here I thought I met a starving artist.
And yet I put my trust in worldly bread
that left my mind unfed.
So here’s to you rich artist…
You revealed to me your secret:
to search for bread of Life.
Alas, I will!
With love. ❤
