In an almost holy action,
Initiating,
Profoundly, touching reactions
That in amorous conjunction,
Between feelings and inspiration
Will enable
The artist to dream out his work,
Giving rebirth to his spiritual being
Thru creative feelings and thoughts
That can neither be forced nor bought,
Art, to be shared, with no profit seeking
Except for, the communicative pleasure
Involved,
Like cultivating a rose,
Just to receive the thrill and pleasure
That its inexplicable profound beauty
Spreads, as it blooms and grows.
For true beauty is, mysteriously forever,
More than we realize,
How touchingly deep it really flows.