Barblings

I call it art--
But it is just
An abundance 
Of creative energy
Moving through me
Without much planning
Or thought
Just a pulse here
And a rhythm there

I call it art--
But there has been 
No study
Of technique
And no one
I want to imitate 
Or please
Not even God 
So critics
And experts 
Don't matter

I call it art--
But its all about
Dancing 
With ink
Or paint
Or cloth
Or yarn
Or glass
Or plaster
Or flowers
Or sticks
Or stones
Or words
Or the wind

I call it art--
However my only talent
Is to disappear 
And let this vessel 
Receive energy
And without 
Rhyme or reason
Or the need to monetize
It just flows abandoned
Ecstatic 
Unchoreographed 

I call it art--
But it is just freedom.

bjbeyers