Spirits

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I see colors and displays made with great passion and curiosity.

I think about the pain and sacrifice as well as the heart and spirit that went into it all in a matter of seconds to weeks.

I wonder how through everything we humans are and everything we destroy, that spirit seems to find its way through. And we call that spirit, art.

-Mili Nair

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  1. Señor Nutzo BhaiJanuary 31, 2023 at 12:01 PM

    I guess it's almost inevitable that each of your new poem offerings feels like my favorite, but this one is soooo sublime. You may enjoy this poem from Ella Wheeler Wilcox:

    Creation

    The impulse of all love is to create.
    God was so full of love, in his embrace
    He clasped the empty nothingness of space,
    And low! the solar system! High in state
    The mighty sun sat, so supreme and great
    With this same essence, one smile of its face
    Brought myriad forms of life forth; race on race
    
From insects up to men.

    Through love, not hate,
    All that is grand in nature or in art
    Sprang into being. He who would build sublime
    And lasting works, to stand the test of time
    Must inspiration draw from his full heart.
    
And he who loveth widely, well and much,
    The secret holds of the true master touch.

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