It is early morning… my senses are awakening as I take in the the view….
I see… the wisdom hidden in the ancient willows, the green pasture that have no end… I am conflicted with a sense of infinity… a long road ahead…I am trying to understand if in this instance, infinity and eternity are them same.
It is early morning… I am waking up the day… I hear the water running beside me and it fills me with peace.. I taste the smell of autumn I hear the sound of the wind… I have a calling to tell a story, a story that must remain, that will carry on to the generations ahead… I need to inspire peace and start the change…
I pick up my brush and focus on the senses!! I line words in my soul to begin my tale… it is night… darkness engolfes me but I remain at peace… I remember the infinity until my eyes can see.. and I paint..
It is early morning and as I rise I am at peace, I feel a sense of completion and achievement that the calling of this message lies there… still and beautiful on canvas… for eternity…