ONE STROKE with the charcoal on the surface--
That is how I start out.
At once my hand takes off
And it goes on with the drawing.
Then,I loose any sense of the materials
And I am no longer even aware of myself.
But, only when it comes to the end,
Do l realize that I have been in another reality.
Neither a part of my physical presence
Nor within my spiritual being,
It is a reality of this world-
Yet, time stands still and form is indeterminate.
In this reality, there is only an energy.
I see now that this energy is empowering me.
It is the impetus for me
To burst into a new period of creativity.
That is how I go on drawing.
SWALLOWED WHOLE IN ONE GULP,
THAT BUG HAD FLOWN STRAIGHT AT ME!
SINCE DESTINY GUIDES ALL LIFE.
WEREN’T WE BOTH NOW AS ONE?
UNITED-NOT THROUGH OUR DEMISE-
WE EACH FOLLOW FATE ALIKE.