Until yesterday
I was
unaware.
Blind.
Un-conscious
to the
power of choices
that rested within me.
All my tools and colors
were chosen by others
and
were handed over to me.
That was until yesterday !
Today is a different day !
For today I choose
the landscape
the background
the scheme of colors
the medium
the strokes of my brush.
I choose them all
to paint on the new
canvas I get handed in
each day
with consciousness and
in full awareness.
And every once in a while
I like to
pause,
stand away from it all
and
take pride
in what's shaping up to be
a Masterpiece -
the very purpose
for which the Master
created me.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Until yesterday
I was
unaware.
Blind.
Un-conscious
to the
power of choices
that rested within me.
All my tools and colors
were chosen by others
and
were handed over to me.
That was until yesterday !
Today is a different day !
For today I choose
the landscape
the background
the scheme of colors
the medium
the strokes of my brush.
I choose them all
to paint on the new
canvas I get handed in
each day
with consciousness and
in full awareness.
And every once in a while
I like to
pause,
stand away from it all
and
take pride
in what's shaping up to be
a Masterpiece -
the very purpose
for which the Master
created me.
I was reminded of this poem which I wrote few years ago (almost a decade) on reading the inspiring poem 'canvas' by Victorian Cinderella. Thank you Cinderella :-) and thank you in advance to all my fellow poets whom I am getting to know through their poems as a newbie to this beautiful webpage
