See it all as art

I absorb all the art I can
and embrace the art that I am
as a canvas through which the cosmos displays itself..
here and now in this ocean of being.

Still I see myself fleeing from what
I fear and am..
I see also that there's no sense in
deceiving oneself
with tumultuous thoughts
 I keep believing
which keeps me grieving and seething
within..

Yet that war rages on,
like a bird encaged
 you can't soar,
like a man enslaved
you fly in your mind
to another land or another time,
can't take it anymore..
dying to leave dying to live
with legs just about to give..

Dig deep, don't weep
just do your best don't succumb
to the stress or let the sorrow
 suffocate you,
you can withstand all this weariness,
see it all as art
even this magnificent mess..