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

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