The one who started this painting
is not the one who finished it 
I may look the same
on the outside
but I am entirely recalibrated
on the inside

You will be too 
when you hang it
on your wall

There's a boldness
to it's ways
a richness
to it's dance
nothing like
the subtle tune
playing in my heart
when our tango began
it's tug of war 
pulling me out of the painting
the painting unfurling
revealing and concealing
layer upon layer
this path or that path
that way or this way
confusion imploding
eruption exploding
a tidal wave of frustration
scratching black
unapologetically
from corner to corner
with reckless abandon
to any idea
vision
plan
or preferred point to make

And

something ⁣

wildly unexpected⁣

emerges⁣

breaking down⁣

everything constricted ⁣

in it's path⁣

recalibrating the field⁣

birthing new frequencies⁣

imbibing new ways⁣

emanating wild wisdom⁣

⁣

A new earth ⁣

is born⁣

a new path ⁣

to walk⁣

the dust⁣

⁣

Everything⁣

still settling⁣

⁣

You can feel⁣

it's medicine⁣

emanating⁣

from it's wall⁣

few words to be said⁣

much to be felt⁣

a tuning fork⁣

for your body⁣

aligning⁣

a new you⁣

⁣

You don't need to see⁣

this painting⁣

the way I do⁣

but if you stare at it⁣

long enough⁣

you ⁣

will⁣

recalibrate