Painting Life

Painting Life

Opening to openness
The door is wide enough
Just for one of us.

Walking on a thin rope
On Eternity’s edge
Enveloped in the mystery
The ego dissolves in distress.

You asked me what is real
And I cannot tell anymore
If what I see it’s outside
Or a ghost in my eye’s mind.

If what I imagine within
And what I see out
Are two separate things
Or just One unfolding layout

I forgot all my past
The pains of yesteryear
Are illusions just as well as
The glare of the coming year.

I really don’t seek anything
In what is passing by
Knowing well that beauty
Will be gone in a while.

But I know that what I am
Is really what you are
The appearance of two
Is just here to have fun.

If you don’t believe too much
In the plot on the screen of Life
Then all that it will come
Will really be good enough.

To taste fully a dream
It is an art in itself
May you be a master painter
And I will enjoy it all as well.