Monet's "Le Grand Canal"
The world is an illusion A series of images created in our minds Painted on the canvas of our experiences, hopes, and dreams We create happy strokes with pastels, crayons, and bright oils And dark strokes with chalks and charcoals Divining a circle that defines our existence Not a sphere with regular lines and constant radius But an amoeba Amorphous, ever changing, and constantly on the move
Throughout our lives Our circles intersect Sometimes creating a kaleidoscope of wondrous rainbows in beautiful formations Other times creating a tragic collision of jarringly colored disfigurements But the kaleidoscopes and the disfigurements Are also illusions
Love is not an illusion But love is not the kaleidoscope And the absence of love is not the disfigurement Instead love is the energy That motivates us to change the shape, size, and position of our circle To create the harmonious symphony we seek And that is the meaning of our lives
|©2003 Hugh Molotsi|