You do not travel this world unclothed
Upon your coming
You are bestowed with gifts of finery
And as you grow, you are dressed
Think of this clothing as treasure,
Not to be hoarded but shared
Yet not to be squandered
Vulnerable to theft.
Think of this treasure as the stuff of art
Draw it, shape it, give it voice
Think of this art as your children
Love and nurture
Protect and respect them.
And think of these children
Towards the Source