My Art is no art
Without my mind's simplicity.
My Art does not want
To subscribe to the view
That unhappiness
Commands the world.
When I paint or draw,
I keep my mind's thought-garden
Completely free of self-doubt-weeds.
My Art is the hide-and-seek
Between my soul's illumining smiles
And my heart's streaming tears.
The Artist in me has three
Faithful, sleepless
And self-giving friends:
A newness-eye, a oneness-heart
And a fulness-life.
The heart of my Art
And the heart of a child
Are extremely fond of each other.
They love each other deeply;
They need each other constantly;
They are interdependent, sleeplessly.
My mind says that anything I do
Is too insignificant
Because I am wanting
In qualification.
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.
My heart says that anything I do
Is too significant
Because the God-Touch
Is always there.
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.
The moment I start painting,
I clearly see my soul-meditation
Is blessingfully clasping
My heart-aspiration-flames.
First things first:
The Artist in me,
Before embarking on his Artwork,
Invariably catches
His heart's aspiration-express.
True, in my Art I want to see
The face of earth's beauty.
But I want to see
The heart of Heaven's Divinity
More, infinitely more.
Without my mind's simplicity.
My Art does not want
To subscribe to the view
That unhappiness
Commands the world.
When I paint or draw,
I keep my mind's thought-garden
Completely free of self-doubt-weeds.
My Art is the hide-and-seek
Between my soul's illumining smiles
And my heart's streaming tears.
The Artist in me has three
Faithful, sleepless
And self-giving friends:
A newness-eye, a oneness-heart
And a fulness-life.
The heart of my Art
And the heart of a child
Are extremely fond of each other.
They love each other deeply;
They need each other constantly;
They are interdependent, sleeplessly.
My mind says that anything I do
Is too insignificant
Because I am wanting
In qualification.
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.
My heart says that anything I do
Is too significant
Because the God-Touch
Is always there.
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.
The moment I start painting,
I clearly see my soul-meditation
Is blessingfully clasping
My heart-aspiration-flames.
First things first:
The Artist in me,
Before embarking on his Artwork,
Invariably catches
His heart's aspiration-express.
True, in my Art I want to see
The face of earth's beauty.
But I want to see
The heart of Heaven's Divinity
More, infinitely more.
