To be lost in the Art,
Is my greatest pleasure.
The floating peace that pulls me apart
From the reality I have departure.

The freedom that it brings,
The joy that makes my heart sing.
Colours, textures, notes and words,
Float onto their place on the cords.

The completeness of absolute fulfilment,
That this is my soul’s joyous chore.
My tasks I will happily compliment,
And never ever abhor.

To take hold of the brush, pen or pastel,
Suits my heart and soul very well.
The blank page my beginning,
The completed art, my heart singing.

The built up stress I do decrease,
Art is for me the sweetest release.

Arrow straight, solid and true
Lies before me my destiny.
Stable, predictable and secure
Happiness and love I can foresee.

The cobbled rock strong walk,
Lays before me and I know,
Off it I will not fall.
Success is guaranteed and love will flow.

But dare I glimpse to the left or right,
To the unpredictability and insecurity I might sight?
The unknown adventure, crazy freedom roads
Colours, flavours so rich there are loads.

Daily between these paths I am pulled.
By the hidden paths I may be fooled,
Into thinking this is where I should remain.
Will my joy be fulfilling or a vacant drain?

Every now and then to other paths I will flee,
But to my security and love I will always retreat.

In the distance a ray of light I feel,
It is strangely not the reality I around me see.
My reality is so different from what my heart yearns,
But I do still feel the inviting warmth of what my future could be.

The heat becomes stronger hour by hour
The visions of the dreaming future
It invades even in the sleeping hour
How long can this incessant burning be ignored.

The heart wants what it needs, the warmth
And no amount of financial gain
Will be able to melt the frozen core
True happiness comes only from relieving the freezing pain.

The sunlit path is clear and only your heart
You must follow and the challenging art
Will be to let go of the fear
Your heart will sing when to the warm light your draw near.

Your true self, your earthly mission
And your real reason for living.

By Karin Roos

The blank page greets me like an old companion,
A certain peace emanated.
No expectations, yet so much expectation,
As the pages fill their potential anticipated.

Anything is possible limitations fade away.
The magic, the mystery, the mystical creation,
Shows its face, slowly, gently, and so deliberately.
Deep breaths to begin, the possibilities can be daunting.

Nothing is wrong, nothing is taboo.
Wings, horns and wands are cherished,
Their imagery floating into their groove.
One idea at a time, forever liberated.

Now as they find their spot and are at rest,
Friends there any time to devoir.
To take you away, to encore,
On that familiar path to explore.

No place here for reality,
With its limiting rules, high walled boundaries,
Suffocating rigidity.
Only unhindered ideas and memories.

The lines go on and on.
So does the dream, possibility and wonder.

By Karin Roos