GAYA GALLERY

To get this world that I live in

I take the brush, and I delve in

To get through layers of my skin

To heart that’s beating there within,

To fight the Fear, be exposed

like naked leaf, but not through words…

 

To grow, to feel, to sort all out -

I take the brush and I start out

It’ 's very simple - can’t you see

I turn off Head, Allow Soul in,

And good and bad Is all stirred in...

The Transcendental thus begins.

 

I find the brush to find myself

And that is why I do create.

 

Poem by Gaya Kairos, 2014