Thursday, August 8, 2013

Seen her, as an Art, as if She is planting in her Knowledge -wise...

Seen her
Have not i?
How in her She has planted a rise?
How she in Her mirrors
Her tree getting into her,

Seen her in white flowing skirt
Like an art of Discovery
Of Self,
Her window by her opened
And a wall being such painted
Golden red...
Seen her...
Have not i?

(Note:~ On a painting titled 'Art to Know Oneself',)

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