The Artist’s Creed

I am the vessel, the flame, the breath,

A healer who walks through life and death.

Peace in my palms, abundance in stride,

With love as my compass, the universe as guide.

I create for one, with a reason clear,

A soul, an emotion, a presence near.

Not bound by rulebooks, I carve my own way,

Brick after brick, through night and day.

Obsessions whisper, they pull me through,

Even if hidden, the work feels true.

Release it fast, let momentum burn,

Refine with patience, create—return.

Feedback is growth, reflection the key,

Build, measure, learn—that sets me free.

Create, share, refine, again and again,

Devotion over duration is how I win.

I don’t make time, I live inside,

Where rituals, rhythms, and habits reside.

If my calendar speaks, it tells who I am,

An artist, a mystic, a protector of land.

I give back to Source through all that I do,

My art is my life, my life is truth.

The aura I carry, the love I release,

Is my creed, my offering, my pathway to peace.