Sometimes I lose my appetite for art

But yours

The song I always love to listen to
The shapes and colors I always enjoy to see
The poem that forever speaks to me
That is right and resonant
in every moment
soul-filling

Rav Kook called Yours the fourth level of song
listen, behold, be long-
Permeating
All of time
history herstory my story
here now Time
call this? existence?
Creation
In its rawest form

The only art always in rhythm with my being

The art. Yours. Always for me.
Your art, always.
The only always.
Medicine to cleanse my often cluttered, saturated soul
clear off this cork board. Recenter
with the fourth level
drink in
The only always.


Note to a friend:
If i am ever spiralling,
immerse me here.
If I am ever lost,
find me here.