They are always waiting when I return.
I have a story in my mind
Beautiful, raw, enigmatic
It does not hold still;
will not be captured in a box of pen and paper
It is busy dancing
Twirling and twisting
Great leaps of faith, fact and fiction.
I struggle to see details of joy, pain
and most importantly, grace.
The real beauty is in the dance
With frightened fascination and excitement of a child,
I want the spinning to stop
for a moment.
Still itself long enough for me to know
the texture of its flesh,
hear its panting breath; smell the sweat of creation.
Sometimes it becomes unbearable to watch
and I turn away.
I will be sad when the dance is over…
Carefully, reluctantly place it in a pretty box and
carry my precious gift with me.
How can I give it to someone who never saw
It has been said that art is a tryst, for in the joy of it maker and beholder meet. --Kojiro Tomita (in Art & The Happiness Entrepreneur)