Tuesday, April 15, 2025

A master's peace*



 A master's peace*


A new canvas is painted in this wondrous dream

The master is the consciousness in its own scheme

It places things around in its masterpiece to be

While it moves in the harmony that it seems it agrees

It does this in its own eye to make things of peace and calm

Then moves onward to another reality when it is said and done


Dom*Colucci 2013

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