My poem and painting from the heart…
The secrets the whisper hides,
The beauty which is never ugly,
The love essence which survives,
The honest heart which is lovely.
Of other worlds and dimensions I know not,
Of traveling beyond the stars only in imagination;
But the spirit remains like a flame within me hot,
There is greater purpose in inner contemplation.
My character and temper are often ill and quick to explosion,
And my violent anger and rushing fear then become who I am;
But there exists within me far beyond thought and emotion
A bright and powerful substance which is no heated sham.
True nature is the greatest love and the most profound peace,
And is discovered deep within me and apart from my rebellious thought;
Secret valley of greens and blues, waterfalls and birds which do not cease,
Unpolluted paradise, life itself and the loving experiences it has brought.