Today the world is more than painting,
Framed by interior eye, intense the seeing—
Each brush stroke of light from Sun charges me.
Paint sings to my blood,
And blood sings back in refrain.
Ah, what marvelous colors blend within the day!
I have become as rushing air, alive….
Voices moving back and forth,
Surrounding atmosphere as breath
Inhales encounters with the green of Spring.
Sunrise, sunset bursting red and yellow
Exhales upon the canvas of the world.
Life is not a series of transactions,
But deeply felt encounters, hiding mystery
As the most profound theme,
Perspective balanced deep within the Soul.