Thursday, November 22, 2012

This Love (a re-post)

Thought not guided by mind.
Art. Poetry.
Spiritual function. Form. Expansion.
Interpretation of the non-material through the material.
Translation of truth.
Shifting consciousness.

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
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
And mine

© 2011 Ardi Keim (6/4)


First posted on 6/4/2011 as "Art and Primary Function"

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