Sunday, December 22, 2013

Three Faces

A hidden phase in a painting’s life
Locked away in an artist’s mind
None take notice of a blank canvas
When a finished painting craves the attention

Sketches made create a shell
Connecting dots makes a line
Fleeting images hang on the string of life
A complete picture is never seen in the mind

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Mindful of Desires

Quenching the flow of desire may be a thirsty effort
Dousing the mind’s fire brings joy without end
Thoughts are tethered by invisible threads
Every desire is a puppeteer that unsettles the mind

A remote planet can be seen but not touched
Desires twinkle like stars, too many to name
A distant light triggers a cascade of memories
Commanding a price paid through sleepless nights

A desireless mind gives more that we can take
Like a land that gets plundered over time
Even a mind of gold becomes a barren mine
When the mind touches the forbidden gem