The Art of Distant Objects

If the brush and the canvas could speak, would they shout
through the deserts and seas of the room, to discover
of each other, with some hesitation, no doubt:
“Do you think of me? Do you imagine my colors…”

So much beauty could ripen the space in between,
like a blossoming flower of tender creation…
And the world – understood, and acknowledged, and seen –
would be glad to exist, to be art in the making.

But the brush and the canvas say nothing at all –
the unsayable motions of matter are flowing
to a plausible universe freed from the Fall,
where blissful is Now; where loving is knowing…

Lyrics by Diana Stefanova

Дарение за нов албум на Пламен Сивов

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