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Colors invade my consciousness.
I see paintings even in my dreams.
I take the plunge and enter into the world of paints.
Of which I know nothing.
Yet, I want to paint my dreams.
The paints are kind.
They humor me.
They sense my ignorance.
Gradually, “Creation” materializes.
“What was the time, what was the hour?
What was the date, what was the day?
What was the season, what was the month?
When Creation was born?” – Japji Sahib
Gratitude flows.
“Oceans” emerge.
I witness,
The turbulence.
I hear,
The roar.
I dive,
To depths unknown.
“Kesri” surfaces.
Consciousness rises.
Virtue whispers.
Life begins.
“The Source” appears.
Serenity descends.
Tears flow.
My creations pale my dreams,
Yet, I persist.
Maybe, one day,
My canvas will truly radiate with my dream.
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