Letters, Artwork and Inspiration
The notes I write to myself
Create visions in my mind
I hear them, put them on the shelf
Til’ the next, gentler time
Though written to ward off perspiration
At later date, become inspiration
And light the path where I have been
Then beckon me to the place I am going
The art, a work in progress always;
Not until a thousand years completed.
Even if worked on all my days,
or at the right hand I am seated;
I pray will be taken off the shelf
And create visions in your mind
Hear them, put them on the shelf
Then let them be your sublime
Read them through your conflagrations
To quench your thirst for knowing
They will show you the path we are on
And where the crossroads are going
Menageries, collages will always collide
With the art you think you see
But take a look anyway
Be still, be still
Be still and just be.
120210343p © JeanMarie
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