Thoughts rattled around
In my own mind
Seeking a truth
My eyes could not see
In my own mind
Seeking a truth
My eyes could not see
Clouded lenses
Light obscured
I close them
Clouded lenses
Light obscured
I close them
This insight says as much
About my own life
As about art
Acts of creation, both
Interpretations
Of a world made
From highlights
And shadows
Rendering texture
And line
My eye wants to take in the “5”
To follow curves
Explore hard edges
Take in textures
Perhaps
A little more beautiful.
A stupa grand
And towering
Each tile placed
By hands of men