Heart does not feel like painting any more!
The colors in pallete are too gorgeous and the off-white of the sheet- pure brilliance!
So perfect and complete that it makes no sense at all - to create art!
Would it be a blasphemy to alter this masterpiece and make something else? Or a joke? Or a denial of the Beauty that abides in abundance all around!
Oh my heart!
With blue seas in skies and their master strokes of clouds. The sun so radiant! Grass getting greener than green with every wave of sun rays! And throbbing ocean in friend's eyes!
Oh! And the dancing leaves- falling in love!
And, my head remembering to bow before this art- ridiculous! I am the art itself! Caluses on feet - oh the trophies of the distances gone! Oh the color of the skin! The intricate pattern that no words can find! The memory bank of colors and hues!
Welded to this larger art- I look over the sky- Aah! Nothing in this mortal hands can paint it! Skies- oh skies! With master strokes of clouds! Who painted you!
Aah! Colors- who gave you life and made you life itself!?
Oh the painter of all paintings! The heart is dazed. The hand that picks up the wax and oil of colors is stunned!
Your varied art of million forms- aah! What is left to draw now?
That art, appreciating this art and itself-
art is left now in being the art.... Not doing art.
The colors in pallete are too gorgeous and the off-white of the sheet- pure brilliance!
So perfect and complete that it makes no sense at all - to create art!
Would it be a blasphemy to alter this masterpiece and make something else? Or a joke? Or a denial of the Beauty that abides in abundance all around!
Oh my heart!
With blue seas in skies and their master strokes of clouds. The sun so radiant! Grass getting greener than green with every wave of sun rays! And throbbing ocean in friend's eyes!
Oh! And the dancing leaves- falling in love!
And, my head remembering to bow before this art- ridiculous! I am the art itself! Caluses on feet - oh the trophies of the distances gone! Oh the color of the skin! The intricate pattern that no words can find! The memory bank of colors and hues!
Welded to this larger art- I look over the sky- Aah! Nothing in this mortal hands can paint it! Skies- oh skies! With master strokes of clouds! Who painted you!
Aah! Colors- who gave you life and made you life itself!?
Oh the painter of all paintings! The heart is dazed. The hand that picks up the wax and oil of colors is stunned!
Your varied art of million forms- aah! What is left to draw now?
That art, appreciating this art and itself-
art is left now in being the art.... Not doing art.
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