An artist's inner-self, stretched
On that frameless frame, the world.
Palate, as you'd have it, sparse
Or abundantly, an expression of self.
A mystery of the Sun's grace,
Perceived by us within our eye
As an ethereal rainbow in kaleidoscope,
Always unfolding, is dabbed from
And given to form, with reality, the brush,
Holding us, being, painted by life itself.
Each stroke of brush, a moment of us
And the universe co-creating.
The painting ever evolving,
Frame constantly changing,
Our aliveness as gleaned meanings
For all to share, seen through,
If we were there. Brush/artist,
Palette/canvas, betwixt those two,
We, being life, art, fill, and are fuller still.
Not grasp or let go, it's all we know,
The endless possibilities of
Feeling's reeling in living art.
Challenge :) Hosted by K.C.; Phrases:
endless possibilities, stroke of brush
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