Thought not guided by mind.
Art. Poetry.
Spiritual function. Form. Expansion.
Interpretation of the non-material through the material.
Translation of truth.
Shifting consciousness.
Transcendence
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This Love
The form
A woman I love
Have always loved
Even before I knew her
And still don’t know her
Eyes glance recalling
The secrets of my past
Journey in the valley
Of the stone bridge
Almost hidden
By her smile
Almost
Soft
Her hand
Gentle Supple
Just to touch her sleeve
Or mine hers
A thread
Hair brush
So fine
Many In array
At the cedar easel
Just through the window
Mona Lisa
Da Vinci
Her love
His
And mine
© 2011 Ardi Keim (6/4)
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Did you write this Ardi? The words are so very beautiful and take my breath away.
ReplyDeleteYes. Thank you, Rhi. Creative expression blesses heart and soul.
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