It is strange how sometimes you reach for a thing – salvation, love, tomorrow,
Then it falls into your hand, soft-feathered like a bird, heart beating
Breath coming in shallow, timid gasps; it seems too fragile to last
But you think you know what you have and that you can make it grow
Holding onto your ideal, blinded by the certainty that you have found
The Holy Grail, the true ideal, the happiness you were seeking,
Lovingly, possessively, selfishly and uncaring you try keeping captive
The new thing, the true thing, the thing you longed to ease your soul
Forgetting that it was just a glimpse from the corners of your eye;
It was never something familiar, it was just a shadow, fleeting
Always open to misrepresentation, misinterpretation and never whole.
Still you feel you know its texture, the warp and weft of the life it lives
And with eyes that only see the part you want see, try and fool the brain
Until the day you click on the thumbnail of your certainty and then
Before your startled eyes slowly, pixel by pixel, the truth fills the frame
Gives you pause, you re-evaluate, reconsider and assimilate until when,
Reconciled to the new big picture, life as it really is, you start over again
Content that serendipity and synchronicity reflect more than just the past.
Then it falls into your hand, soft-feathered like a bird, heart beating
Breath coming in shallow, timid gasps; it seems too fragile to last
But you think you know what you have and that you can make it grow
Holding onto your ideal, blinded by the certainty that you have found
The Holy Grail, the true ideal, the happiness you were seeking,
Lovingly, possessively, selfishly and uncaring you try keeping captive
The new thing, the true thing, the thing you longed to ease your soul
Forgetting that it was just a glimpse from the corners of your eye;
It was never something familiar, it was just a shadow, fleeting
Always open to misrepresentation, misinterpretation and never whole.
Still you feel you know its texture, the warp and weft of the life it lives
And with eyes that only see the part you want see, try and fool the brain
Until the day you click on the thumbnail of your certainty and then
Before your startled eyes slowly, pixel by pixel, the truth fills the frame
Gives you pause, you re-evaluate, reconsider and assimilate until when,
Reconciled to the new big picture, life as it really is, you start over again
Content that serendipity and synchronicity reflect more than just the past.
3 comments:
you first write and then paint or you first paint and then write. :)
Beautiful poetry and the painting! I read the post 8 times till now, not because it was difficult to understand ;), but I wanted it to settle in my brain forever; the lesson I learnt! Good picture of philosophy of life!
thanks for your motivating comment on my blog,which made me talk to Jo and then I visited your blog and came across your post "Every day you play with the light of the Universe".Must admit going through your beutiful lines made me play with some of the light of Universe.
A beautiful book "Key to Law of Attraction" by Jack Canfield gives me the same thoughts.
I am highly impressed by the quality of your writing and the painting too.
thank you - comments are treasured
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