I sit upon a throne of feathers, drifting revolutions of mind evolutions of soul wondering into silence paradoxical existence-me. a wild storm, life is matter collides with matter in seeming random bouts of chaos yet what is life? I know little. And what is spirit but mystery gifts of unseen shadows mad jitterbugging to unheard tunes on non existent walls I know nothing. How can I in abject blindness know who am I? And yet there is the now the distant sound of your arrival the touch of you the scent of you the taste of you would life of knowing feel as rich?
THE PATH TO LOVE, 4”x6” Encaustic painting by David Dinner
I love this poem and the painting is beautiful.