a grinning behemoth
from the deepest depths
given the power to realise
-foolhardy momentary thoughts.

with a flourish of ink
a wave of an ocean
the ripple signature

On my walls hang two pieces of art;
large canvases boldly splashed
with colour, stroke upon stroke formed vivid arcs.

I wish I had kept my father's paintbrushes,
they were tools of masterpieces.
From them, my strokes could have made faces flush
and inspired songs and poetry; love?

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But, perhaps ‘twas a blessing to create with unique expression and freedom.

many have a problem
-with eternal life

and its no wonder
their minds are so closed

they are the lost ones
-a desert in the heart

you can lead a horse to water
-and hope it slakes its thirst

it is not everyone who gets to be an Earth protector
in all the myriad ways that is expressed
the single soul wearing Earth flesh-
yes most are too busy to love, in its fullness,
short time children know its now and forever
and forever married to the dust
now is the present moment
and this is all we have