Viewing

A blessed burden, the trinkets I’ve taken.
My eyeballs’ collection; has my soul shapen.

Our art & history…our nature & crafts.
Above & below worlds of viewable shafts.

These billion points of light, absorbed in our course.
Those that linger, pierce thru our souls to their source.

There’s Art for everyone & there’s Art right now.
There’s human behavior & tons of know-how.

Ritual baked into birth…& into death.
We are the stories read & lived upon breath.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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