down through the time
of mind between the lines
is chaotic grace, hope unmet.
Shivers of liquid truth sail freely.
Tremors tiptoe and tickle through.
New thoughts gather and flow
down through time’s door,
Tumult of confused arousal
drives forward sensate magic.
The dervish of edging renders
my exquisite intelligence surrendered
to Your power.
Anything. Any task.
This electrical, mystical connection
to growing power and intuitive shimmers
of life. This is that.
The craving shivers to know more,
feel more, taste more, be more,
powered by surrender.
Had I only known sooner …
Art note: To distract myself from arousal (and to learn), I enjoy reading about the work of various artists, viewing their physical work in books, online, or in person on the rare occasions such opportunities occur. I also like to copy others’ work as a way to grow my own abilities and to understand what others produce. The above painting is a copy of one done by Rassouli, so I claim no originality other than my paint, rags and brushes produced an amateur attempt to copy one of his originals.
Freydoon Rassouli is magical and I aspire to one day possess even a scintilla of the mystical beauty he creates on canvas.