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Still I Wonder

I see your face in the silken waves of a summer shower
perfumed mist
her scented warmth
her lovely breeze
as only I dream what it must be like
a kiss so tender, so pure
to love her I will never know
Her sweet skin into which I melt
cinnamon eyes into which I stare and still I will never know
Thunder! run for shelter! my footing lost and I fall
Lightning! come with us they cry
I lie face down on searing streets
her aroma of still lingers
my storm floods cities taking lives
Please they scream
do not stay
I remain behind
drowning in tears wishing that I could be loved
but alone I am washed away
I only wonder if I were ever in her dreams
stranded forever within my heart
as forever I will love her and still I dream still I wonder
what heaven must be like to stare into her eyes. . .

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What is Art: What is Love


What path are you on? What destination do you seek? What is the sound of one hand clapping? What is enlightenment?

I travel all paths in all directions, to all hierarchies within all depths. I am the path yet don’t need it. A group of musicians play. I join in with my melody. I play my melody over their chords and rhythm. I play across their accompaniment; I play through their chords; under their chords; dive in and out of their chords; I engulf their chords and now they play across, over and through me. I don’t seek enlightenment. Enlightenment simply refers to, or describes my artistic journey of discovery and expression. Enlightenment is not a destiny or a place of your answer. The enlightened never consider enlightenment as they are, the enlightened. They are that which is becoming.

To be a writer or artist is a state of living expression emanating from no ego. The artist never finishes and has never started. The artist is the act of honest expression. The martial arts legend Bruce Lee said of his art, “Martial art means to honestly express yourself”.
That is the definition of any art, writing, music, design or creation. The magic is created as it happens, or as it becomes.

Do not seek deep meanings but let what you express have meaning through what your flow of liveness becomes as it does.

Everything that will ever occur already has and everything that already occurred hasn’t occurred yet and all encompassed happens now. The power is in not seeking that which does not exist. All art expressed is the unheard sound of one hand clapping which never produced sound. The artist simply becomes. Thinking about what you will write or draw is the single greatest hindrance to expressing yourself artistically.

To love another is art from the soul. I cannot stop it. I love someone as expression. Perhaps the love is returned, as to love is an act of becoming. . .

Bobby Revell

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