Love ruminates and illuminates
And dances upon the artist's soul,
With a cloven foot and a callused palm
And a will to make the meaning whole.
Life's creations reveal sensations
And notions of what beauty should be,
And what it is now and has always been
And helps unveil the mystery.
The artist creates, his passion pulsates,
And the world is awed by his intent --unclear,
While their thoughts try to hide from their mind's eyes
And what they want to see, they try to fear.
For all that is true, and all that is new
Is never enough to convince those who Know,
And the truth is forbidden --merely locked inside,
And the process of art is painful and slow.
But the artist persists and his spirit resists
The ties to all judgment and extrapolation,
He ignores all the bounds and demands on his work
And devotes himself wholly to his creation.
By: E. Shaun Russell
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:~~~> E. xtropy Extropic Artist,
Transhumanities editor for
"Between the idea and the reality falls the Homo Excelsior Magazine
Shadow" --T.S. Eliot ("The Hollow Men") http://www.excelsior.org
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