Of a handmade world
Wash over my being
Imprecise
Imperfect
Reminded
I am an organic being
Cradled in a manufactured world
And my notions of beauty
Have been filtered
By the means of manufacture
Imprecise
Imperfect
Reminded
I am an organic being
Cradled in a manufactured world
And my notions of beauty
Have been filtered
By the means of manufacture
It’s an intense study of subject I don’t feel comfortable exploring with people. I tell myself, “I’m getting too much in someone’s face,” but I know it’s just as much putting them in my face. The subject has eyes, and a mind, and both are looking right back at me. Too intimate!
Each with their own tenor
Their own flavour
Their own meaning
There is the overall
The changing times
The recollected meaning
Of a moment
Made up of moments
All part of another
Moment
As a mother purifies herself
In the waters of the holy Ganga
While her daughters prepare
To leap in, yet again
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
All the ways I’ve learned
To make my way in life
Unconsciously, they become habit
Forgetting the current running through it all
I remind myself
Stand on the shore
Breathe in the quiet
Observe the current
I love being in a place
Where creativity thrives
Where paint and passion
Offer more vibrance and colour
Than nature’s grandest sunsets
To touch
And be touched
By people
I may never see again
But who will forever
Change my world