What Was the Point

Visualize it and you can do it. But this is not how it works for me. I do not visualize, I just do it. My soul leads the way. Pushing the mind out of her proximity Not wanting any thwarting or censoring. The Mind rolls his eyes, knowing his queen. Soul is in the house, and rules this entity. I paint, cartoon, write poems, and play. None of this takes any effort by the Mind. He is not even a footnote in our creative endeavors. My daughter once asked “What was the point?” Pointing to six stained glass light fixtures in one small room. “The point is, I liked all six of them,” I told her. If I will not listen to my own mind, why would I listen to hers?