96. Living Art (Myshkin, 2020) · couplets

There’s a light in my eye that’s been shining all night I am lusting for living and loving what’s right I will paint with the brush of my mind and my heart I was blessed and reborn as a steward of art. Just like sunrise excites all the atoms around, My aesthetic alignment alights what I’ve found, An ecstatic fulfillment of wonder and awe. May I share all the beauty I conjured and saw? As a gift to myself, I am building a shrine To the crown of an oak, to the cone of a pine, To the waterfall mist, to the frozen lake snow, To the longing that takes me where canvases grow. Who can tell where my traveling soul will abide? Rolling rocks never plan, nature’s forces decide When the avalanche turns into landscape and home. Will the muses still text me when I cease to roam?