A Lecture on Art

It always begins

with a subject

with an idea

a drop of inspiration

allowing it to trickle

to flow

to slosh around

until one is flooded

immersed,

drowning 

gasping for breath

Air!

relief through release

solace in expression

from phantom,

to tangible

from a dream,

to a reality

mind and body

recklessness and caution

enthusiasm and passivity

satisfaction and frustration

serenity and anarchy

singing in one voice

for a common purpose

To depict,

to portray

evidences of 

thoughts,

ideas,

emotions,

originality,

individuality

creativity,

and perhaps,

a soul.

Folktale

There was once a tale of legend,

Of a gift sent straight from heaven

It may reside in shelves of kings,

But in men’s hearts is where it lives

There they stood, in the high mountains,

Where sky and earth meet in a kiss

As the wind and dirt embrace

Cherry blossoms, a gift of grace

Together they mask mountainsides,

Forming a blend of many hues

That overwhelm all who see,

For they blend so effortlessly

As small the flowers seem to be,

There is one thing many agree,

With various shades of white and pink

Its size and presence share no link

Despite their infinite grandeur,

Their lives still lie on a prayer

When it pours, slowly they shall fall

Thus, nothing to smile for at all

I never needed all the trees,

Just a flower with all their hopes and dreams

Protecting dreams of old and new,

For it will always bloom in you

Image from: http://www.jask.org/Resources/Pictures/cherry_blossom_.jpg