We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. – henry david thoreau.

“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us even in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavour. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Oh, that my very words, filled with intention,
Would shift the way you See yourSelf
And the power you have in the world
For good and peace and beauty.
My conscious heartmind calls to you
Through the dark matter of the Cosmos
And the atmospheres of every plane
To lift yourself to rejoin your Self
So that we may see third eye to third eye.
As dawn breaks, breath catches in me,
My soul expanding in the space between
An inhalation and an exhalation,
Willing and waiting for you to Breathe again.