I suppose that contemplation of things is the true prerequisite of Art
Then
Let feathers of winged creatures hold my gaze in their layered order
Let the vegetation’s whispers creep into my ears and plant gardens in my mind:
Let willows whisk my weightiness away
Soft, dangling leaves brushing kisses across my shoulders
Let the tips of my fingers grasp pieces of the sky and
pull them closer to my eyes
Let me examine them like shards of glass
Let rain feel like thunder
and lightning look like cloudbursts
The personality of a storm
inherited in its natural phenomena: elemental manipulations
My eyes upturned,
My lips soaked in sky water
I taste the cyclone
Let me breathe in the mist hovering amidst canopic leaves
Let negative space become positive:
purple shadows ascending from the bleakness of their Definition
Objects themselves bowing, and stepping backstage:
Let the Shadows Shine for a moment
And let me see it
Let the mysteries of nature hold my mind’s gaze
and
Let me paint them