Birthing Life’s Canvas
From sketch dreams
to commitment,
Life's canvas
portrays like Surreal mapping,
intersections changing,
colors separating,
perspectives evolving.
Time nurturing
Youth's playground,
like Calder’s Cirque,
invites suspended beginnings,
embracing the whimsical,
allowing simple choices.
Reach up,
Brush down,
Zig,
Zag,
Time waits.
We stare into the eye of the canvas,
toying our playful decisions,
convinced for now,
rainbows are without end.
Later…
Revelation dawns,
Time neither pauses nor stops
as colors mix,
hues collide,
youthful primaries abandon,
maturity's tendrils flatter new brushes,
splashing humor,
dabbing sadness,
swirling irony,
painting beyond picture,
Slowly,
From beneath the layered colors
the unimagined emerges,
bonds loosen,
intersections dissolve,
Rubik becomes ether,
like the stroke of a sable brush sans paint.
Time no longer matters.
Being steps aside.
Non-Being surfaces
amidst limitlessness whispers
of creative births
preparing to become
as One.
Ron