all i can know of art
is how it feels
inside of me
how my pulse starts to race,
how my heart swells
as a sense of familiarity
of communication
of understanding spreads
a slow, surging warmth
throughout my body
(a feeling of home)
it is in that feeling that art enables me
to experience those things that are true,
to discover the reality of the ineffable beauty
that is at the root of all things
(the reason to live)
(the meaning of life)
2 comments:
casey lynn!!!
oh, love(ly)
I like this, too.
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