Poem: Invisible Artists

The heart, a place beyond the mind, where the invisible artists reside. Within the floating heart exists a world, where magic comes to life, where dreams carry no weight, where love has no price and pain no power.

Transcript

Be aware of the invisible ones,

The painters,

The poets,

And the wanderers of time.

They appear as rapidly as they vanish.

Shadows in a room.

Their eyes have no filters.

They see you clearly,

Quietly seated on the corner table,

Sipping on tea,

Absorbing their surrounding environment involuntarily.

Voluntarily if they have matured.

Invisibility allows them to observe the details,

To cultivate the art of observation,

To become loyal friends of silence,

To listen without formulating words for response,

To be fully present with themselves as they shapeshift the world around them.

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