When sometimes I feel
That I could write a poem for you,
When sometimes I want
To create an art masterpiece for you,
When sometimes I want to pray
And say all the things that are in my mind,
...heart and soul...
I find out suddenly-
That I am out of words, out of colors,
Out of ideas, out of...order.
As I let go of the fleeting thought
And feeling of that reality,
I feel so dry.
But I know you are more than a feeling,
And greater than reality itself.
You are the source of all that is...
And all that I am.
So I just offer all these-
Unwritten, unpainted,
Tainted, unspoken 'thing' to you...
I lost in touch of the 'hows',
It is not my 'thing'.
I often forget that I am just your medium,
And you are The Grand Master.
How sweet it is to be touched by you.