Jain Love: the Qi Or Chi In Kevala, Kevalaqi

I
O saints, creatures cast as masterpieces by VASTNESS
If you would just create space for the OTHER
You would sense how we are connected, closer THAN
Your own breath. O how my heart aches to convey THIS

II
Monet at Giverney saw God in the Garden, looked at his LIMITING BRUSH
And despaired of ever conveying the life and Qi, primal ENERGY
In flowers, but he took courage, faith in colors, ON HIS CANVAS
Albert had the largest canvas; Einstein, awed child OF THE UNIVERSE

III
You, too, have had the numinous encounter! I have it with THE WORD
You continue with the palette, carving wood, stone, GARDEN
As after Church worship, I visit the sick, LIVING THE LIVING WORD
We discover the gospel of our familyhood. I CELEBRATE MY MONET LISA

IV
Now stringing all the capitalized end-words, I dedicate my soul thus:
"Vastness Other Than This Limiting Brush
"Energy on HIS Canvas of the Universe
"The WORD, Garden, LIVING THE LIVING WORD, 
"I CELEBRATE MY MONET LISA"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Ricci Avatar
September 24, 2018 at 9:11 AM
Good Morning Anil. Oh oh a blank and empty canvas turns into a monet for all the right reasons for all the right touches. You have done just that with this entry and message. May this day find you well. Shalom Always. PS. The sick are in good hands
Deo Avatar
September 24, 2018 at 2:46 PM
amen and amen to Christ who reigneth, and deigns to use us as His instruments. shalom, shalom and great to see you. A busy day but relaxing now, & I did read the Birthday Poem.
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