Seed, scattered, and sown

When I set my body in motion
Without perceived notions,
I wonder what I will find,
To uplift the human spirit and champion mankind.

For this is the goal of an artist:
To elevate the mundane,
Creating something from nothing in a new way,
Movement, this is my joy,
I defy gravity, and deploy
Onto the frontlines of life,
Cutting through the chaos with a knife.

An old song comes to mind:
Seed, scattered, and sown,
As I move onward into the unknown.
The fast wind makes time move slow,
Just follow the light, and fuel your soul.