To be a painter
is to teeter on the brink between order and chaos
the mad dance of a drunkard hopelessly lost to the world
in love with the unseen
begging for abandon

To be a painter
is to know without words
the truth one touches without thoughts
when dancing on the water
forever sinking

To be a painter
is to light a fire in the morning even if is hot outside
because the soul needs to thaw
after being asleep
for eternity and a day

To be a painter
is to dream with one's eyes wide open
welcoming the dawn of a new beginning
the promise of every empty canvas
beckoning

To be a painter
is not to be a painter at all
but to just be, be with abandon
amazed like a child with every sighting
of the Unseen
                                                       - A.T.

                                                                                             

The Dancing Brush

To Be A Painter

O Mother