Painting Time

The sleek pelted evening
slips into the deep-end of time
sporting neckties of horizontal shadows.
The wind blows away its heaviness
and becomes a thin night-dress.

You who have the long gaze.
You who have the deep glance of God in you.
Your must face the covered light
and fall away to be seen.
You must live in your next footstep
to be the breaking open of infinite shells.

Da Vinci painted
in the alchemy of mist and refraction
hauling light into timeless self-portraits.
Bach built cathedrals of the mind
and filled them with his own soul.
Come say a good thing
and be.

Paint yourselves in spirit and flesh
Go tell it on the mountain
that you were not born
but came out of a mind-bloom
and from the deep waves
of butterfly effects.
Go tell the canvas how to sing.