Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I dunno how the money thing
Works
I just can feel the rustle of capitalism like a taffeta gown
Swish of perfume and the tinkle of hard core gold bracelets
Representing milestones in her life

Every one pays attention to her electronics
Her soul is on fire and all we can say is do it again

She does it over and over barely remembering the names of the towns
No one reads books
They show you their phone

It does make sense—- sometimes to feel the float of God like presence of the most high- most awesome God I pray that you heal our hearts mind and body and prepare the way/ if it be thy will- blessings

the art room
the interconnecting chamber
from canvas to the gates
from the well-cleaned brush
to the fingers on the harp
painting the way with strumming chords
music and art forever

It is in these rays of light
I find peace in the night