“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.” [Plutarch]
Colors invade my consciousness.
I see paintings even in my dreams.
I take the plunge and enter into the world of acrylic paints.
Of which I know nothing.
Yet, I want to paint my dreams.
The paints are kind.
They humor me.
They sense my ignorance.
Gradually, “Creation” materializes.
“What was the time, what was the hour
What was the date, what was the day
What was the season, what was the month
When Creation was born?” – Japji Sahib
To depths unknown.
“The Source” appears.
My creations pale my dreams
Yet, I persist
Maybe, one day
My canvas will truly radiate with my dream.
[Inni Kaur serves on the Board of The Sikh Research Institute. She is also the author of a children’s book series, “Journey with the Gurus” – www.journeywiththegurus.com ]