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…
DIVINE RHYTHM 