The UNSPOKEN

“There are artists among us,” he whispered. And his face was tilted up and his face said the word Open and so I did, I looked around with the word open among us and I saw them. I saw the artists.

I saw the woman looking at her son who was smashing pebbles with his foot like an artwork to memorize for later, when she was laying in bed at night and needed something joyous to squeeze her heart. I saw the woman standing at the side of the path with her head thrown back and eyes closed, as if to give a face of thanks to God above for the trees over her head, the underbellies of which called her to worship with their smiles. I saw the boy sitting in the grass arranging fallen leaves into a circle, like a crown of gold and orange for another pedestrian to walk by and admire.

What makes an artist is observance. And a view of the world that expresses itself to the quietness of the artist’s own heart, and relays itself until it sounds a bit beautiful. It is a willingness to learn and to be empathetic, and to value those things enough to express it. The only way an artist can see is to observe, and document what they see in the language they speak, and to say it back in expression.

Standing there in Central Park, with artists all around us, we stood and looked like it was a form of art for ourselves. And the moment was so individually lovely I wished I could stay in it forever.

Food is there for you, 

Even after a bad day.

Food is there for you,

Even when you have nothing to say.

Food is there for you,

Even when everything gets rough.

Food is there for you,

Even when you can't stay tough.

Food is there for you,

Even when push comes to shove.

Food is there for you,

Even when you don't feel love.

Food is there for us,

Even when relationships die down.

Food is there for us,

Even when someone loses their crown.

Food is there for me,

Even when I lose sight of my goals.

Food is there for me,

Even when the world misses out on beautiful souls.

Food brings happiness.

Food gives voices.

Food brings persistence.

Food gives strength.

Food brings stability.

Food gives affection.

Food builds connections.

Food builds the future.

Food cures losses of focus.

Food cures losses of loved ones.

Food is there.

Food is ours.

Food is the best partner.

Food is everything.

Food is everywhere.

Food is life.

Beautiful, beautIFUL world!

by Anonymous 

World, tell me just how beautiful you are. 

The way space glimmers between the leaves of a shaking tree … 

How water looks more blue the farther you look down a lake … 

World, you are more beautiful than we give you credit for. 

The way gray clouds let strips of pink peek through in a sunset … 

How raindrops chase each other down car windows in joyous craze … 

World, in all adoration and glory we shout: 

What a beautiful, beautiful World!