The
Rainbow's Gift
Blood, forever pouring
For all life, not
One drop spilt, and
Truth, never yellowing,
Though, ever changing,
Create orange, you see;
On the palette of to be!
Musings
In between words and lines,
Poetry's music fathoms
The depths of our heart,
The heights of our intellect
And imagination,
breadth of our spirit,
Well of our soul,
Alluding to the unknown;
Saliently. for, the muse
But whispers, silently;
Moving in mysterious ways.
Painting's
music
Inexpressible and felt,
Unknowable and experienced;
Of echoing images and silences.
Even the shadow
Speaks of the light!
Clarity
A sword that cuts all ways without,
For, there's no cutting. A point
Without a point elucidates: empir-
Icism's basis, delusions of mater-
Ialism, therefore, false-ego pro-
Jections; dissolutioning reality. |
