Our thoughts will not change
what is going to happen. “Everyone will
be gone
just as often as a baby is born
in the world.”
The art
of poetry connected through thoughts, feelings, embodiment,
grown in isolation,
a soul connection through a dark space.
The beauty found internally
in the eye of the source
falling down the softness (hardness) of water,
we do not leave it here
in the loneliness of space
angry callings
heard from the beginning of time,
Peace not found in the
angry callings
but along the chaos between battles
making its way out.
This art is formed in the mind.
A second paintings is formed
old pieces of wood used for a new piece
each color has a place.
The wood painted with different colors
by someone new,
the same,
“it does not change, beauty still stained”,
holding the beauty of
eternal creation.
