(“The Particle in the Wave”, 2018, original encaustic)
Without a doubt Life is absolutely filled With moments of the sublime Moments which come from somewhere And somehow never ever really disappear Even when something else comes along Something coarse and loud Able to drown out everything before The sublime is still there Patiently waiting, unflappable, nonjudgemental Waiting till the room stills And its own light can be seen again. Yin and yang you may say Or something closer to home The mood swings of a child Or anxious broken hearted lover But still only the passing phases That make a life not only interesting But sublimely worth living. (7/25/26)
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