The Artist


Pink blooms, Green dances and Blue swirls

Neither is it nature’s twinkling dress, nor ocean’s glittering pearls

Not even a Wizard’s stick leading amazed beats to rush

And what’s magic compared to a true Artist’s brush!

A Painter who paints anything from nothing and in no time

A Musician that every atom everywhere sings his rhythm and rhyme

A Writer that bring his words meaning to Philosophy and Wisdom

A Poet that immortality builds his floating kingdom

“Eternal Father” painting by Challe

His tears; the rain…
his cold sweat; the snow

His breath; a morning breeze that if anger wakes through becomes a tornado

His smile; the sun shine
and fog is his frown

Clear blue sky; his cape
and the rainbow; his crown

His blink; lightning
and through his cords dwells thunder

A magician that black magic to his
did surrender


The Prime Judge that holy books were written to his law

The King that all kings to his presence bow.


Carving him in words, most famous poets prattle

For no language ever has won such a battle

Even monks aging in his love become slaves to silence

Every time they’re asked about him, they ask for guidance.


Perhaps Art is our only way to touch his glory

He’s The Artist and perhaps Art is his Life’s story…

Ecstasy

“Lord of Planets” Painting by Mark Green


Crossing the infinite, stopped by an old globe

Exhausted that I thoughtlessly took off my sweaty robe

Which fell down dragging away faces of shame

In front of a crystal stream calling my name


Then warm arms started caressing my whole

Sprinkling fragrant fusion of spring and Fall

Stamping tender kisses in a sacred art

Till craved satisfaction every parcel and part


Generous tides surfed my deep

Sowing love for light to reap

With each fell veils of obscurity

Unveiling new means to maturity


A whole life within few moments born

A rose with no single thorn.


And as I reached ecstasy

A soft voice whispered, “Welcome to our Galaxy

I’m Mother Nature; The Earliest School

Love is my only golden rule


That’s why I’ve welcomed you over my bed

So my first lesson won’t ever escape your head

You’ll live it once, so live in love to be among the alive

Not by breathing you survive


Dream and paint your wonderland

Homeless are only those who didn’t take Light a homeland

And if worlds disappear, you’ll still be having me

Wide land, limitless sky and deep sea


I’m not a mother; but The Mother

And I only speak in the name of Father…”