The art of being
Is drawn outside
The lines of contour and form
Is drawn outside
And into the moment
Captured in time,
Rendered the instant it's born.
The ever-engaging
Portrait of life
Beckons us - come, feel and see,
The manifest energy
You are a part of
Joins you in yearning to BE.
The air is a canvas
Painted by sun
Sustaining existence as breath
Beginning with One
True infinite presence
Whose creative hands never rest.
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