Thoughts….
Visions dancing outside of time,
Wrenching themselves from the conceiver’s mind.
Flowing through water
or oil mixed with earth
Onto canvas that seems to give birth,
To something ….
While formless,
Seems real in this world.
Wrenching themselves from the visioning mind,
To come through the light,
Flowing through time
To something called place,
Which brings into view,
Through pigment and hue,
what we call tangible
From something we knew.
Drawing themselves
From the awakening mind,
Through brushes or pens,
Then reaching within….
Opening me…
To something,
Called you.