I am a canvas stretched to frame
Cool and blank with anticipation
Stacked along with others as I wait for the artist
To notice me
Pick me
Before my top edge is covered with dust
And I am passed by
For a newer, cleaner canvas
But why?
My life is in the hands of the artist
He can make of me what he wills, I am compliant
I can show fire and ice
Or
The eyes of the universe
I am his tool
He breathes life into me
And we are one
If
He bothers to look
Past the dust
Towards our potential
Anita
April 01
I wobble when it comes to prose, but here and there I have given it a shot.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
Reflections and Nature Watercolors is a collection of Margaret's spontaneous positive thoughts in celebrating and reflecting on life and her nature watercolors.
This exceptional book, Celebrating the Gift of Being Alive, has the perfect thoughts and words for birthdays, graduations, engagements, marriages, and any life celebration or family tradition.
Love Tinka
Jack
~Chrissie
So filled with such truth
& knowledge...
Trixie :)
Good to read you again.
unique abstract
thanks,
d.