the flow

Here I am standing still,

In the middle of a rushing stream,

Feels the churning and circling whirl,

Of everything outside and inside my ideal dream

Every colours being blend into a picture,

A stroking shape I cannot understand,

How should I react towards that feature?,

Maybe a plain cloth can make it disappear from my hand

Should I put it aside for a while?,

Which can clear my mind for a minute,

But that will be the same as an old file,

Destroyed by the mites and making a mess in my cabinet

For I should put it in my working space,

Thinking about how can I change its nature,

Because sooner or later I need to face,

The reality of having a distorted picture

 

Here again I’m standing in the same rushing stream,

But with paints and a brush on my hand,

It’s up to me to create my ideal dream,

For I will not let the shape being uncontrolled by my magic wand ..

The flow,

by : kak tiqah :)