In every moment
we paint an image
of the world.

It is our painting
of the present.

Painted by
the colours
of a billion souls.

It is an interpreted piece,
a definition of the
inner endless image.

Each piece
a mind fragment
of the whole.

Without our image
we lose direction,

because we have
become accustomed
to the dimension
of our brush
and the canvas
of our senses.

Rip apart the painting
and your mind goes blank.

You now see
that which the mind
cannot fathom,

the bases for the image
of the true original,
God’s masterpiece;

His self-portrait.

Art with no edges,
shapes or colours.

In the reality beyond
the cavern’s shadowy wall
lies an ancient urn containing
secret codings of true art
with its manual sketches,
that no art can fully reveal,
the soul code of our inner core;

That inner
original painting
that we all paint
the pieces of.

You paint
and you are painted
each moment.

The sun is our eye
and we paint our sky
with our being.

The moon is our heart
and we paint our art
with our seeing.

You are
the masterpiece
with no edges.