Unwavering, eternal, silent, still;
the tiny core of all things, and yet
beyond everything known and unknown.
The artist’s hand on Earth’s living canvas.
She paints the rhythm of the tumbling stream,
the delicate swirl of a falling leaf.
She paints the flutter of a butterfly wing.
The soft caress of sun on skin.
She painted me and you and gave us life.
She painted sound and sight and touch and taste,
that in her artistry we can…
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