Bathtub Blues

Who or What is an Artist?

When you see an artist at your door kick his butt, get rid of him,
Tell him to get a job.
When your sons and daughters decide to take up art in school,
Take them out back and shoot them, put them out of their miseries.
Dont leave your wealth and hard earned fotunes to to the artist in your family,
He will only fritter it all away on senseless dreams.
Dont marry your sons and daughters to an artist,
He has little to offer but only his broken dreams and messed up soul.
The artist is the guy who lay submerged in the bathtub listening to his heart beat,
For lack of better things to do.
He is the guy who sits on the Zafu (cushion) for hours on end,
pretending that he is in touch with his Maker.
He is the guy who sheds his tears or stops his beating heart,
Upon watching, listening or seeing experiencing an act that uplifts the human spirit.
He is the guy who turns away in sorrow and shame when injustice is being committed,
And knowing that it is beyond his lot to do anything about it.
He is the guy whose thirst for knowledge knows no bounds of physical, cultural or spiritual,
No stone is left unturn nor muddy waters left untouched.
He is the guy who believes himself a seeker of truth,
Even when truth eludes him in this world of maya.
He is not a scientist or a doctor, an engineer or a fortune teller, a brick layer or a carpenter,
He is not a philosopher or a poet a fisherman or farmer, he is all of these and then some.
He is not a vision seekr or a dream maker,
Nor is he the guy who can paint the ceilings of the Sistine Chapel create the Waves of Nakagawa,
He is all of these, Insha'Allah, and his journey is only beginning.
His is a journey of self discovery, a vision quest towards discovering,
Who or What the hell is an artist.


That moves the human spirit