Seeing
Every idea starts with a blank page,
A clear mind.
Gradually the canvas fills with the color of
Inspiration,
Just as every reality starts with whiteness
But ends in a living splash of color.
A scorching sun rises through humid mist of morning
(The summer-hazed sun, in the shimmering heat
Has an opaline eye).
Drought-dried leaves rattle in the wind
(The rustling of wind through the trees,
Floods a waterfall of whispering leaves).
There is the eye, and there is the heart,
Imagination is the difference.
"Imagination is the one weapon in the war against
reality." Jules de Gaultier
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