My ancient heart
has made a wondrous pearl
of the pains passed.
My mind, eagle-eyed,
flies high and sees all
the Darkness and the Light.
The breeze of My hands,
caresses the gentle Womb
shaping the mountains and the plains.
The notes of My thoughts
flow in the air,
embracing a few passing hearts,
and now fade away.
Published in the "Forum":
The Journal of the National Acrylic Painters'
Association
October 1997
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