Artistry Of Life
LXI.
If I forget to paint the day,
The day reminds me
To gather up my brushes.
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Is this the negative exposure
Of reality,
Or the developed film?
Now that it's all digital,
It may be neither!
Oh! Where is the artist?
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So much
Depends on
So little.
Life
Is such
A fragile thing.
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As long as
There are risks,
Surprises,
There is
Life.
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It casts no shadow,
Leaves no trace.
It is the moment,
Fully lived.
Eternity,
Surpassing
Time and space.
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Can life forgive us
If we die of thirst
Upon her shoreline?
--
There is nothing more
And nothing less
Than this:
A total moment,
Fully lived.
Perhaps it is
The first
And final step
To God.
--
Heaven is
Knowing
When
You've
Found it.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
When I try
To fix and fasten
The flow of life,
The glow of life
Grows dim.
To have it,
I must let it go
To float,
To flow,
To grow,
To know,
Become.
Perhaps to take me close
Again
If it is meant to be.
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There is no mystery
Except the mystery
Of blindness
To the experience
Of LIFE!
LOOK!
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Life is now
And now is
Quietness,
Absorption,
Vitality.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Graphics copyrighted 2011 by Nellieanna Hay, designed using Adobe Photoshop Elements 9.
