Hallow

Some strokes of a brush Few words from a penA flow of ideas; Imaginationthat knows no end. A few sensibilitiesthoughts and perceptions Myriad emotionsthat find color... and blend!A cascade of Cosmos Pouring like confetti Earthy experiencesknit in a jiffy. Posing sane at times, Naughty otherwise_ Sacred yet sassySporty like spontaneity. In the realm of Creation, there is chaos... as well as continuity. The world has its wonders Worthy questions and answers And all one can dream ofis a Utopia. For thats where we belong Thats what we long! Nothing is irrelevant. Nothing is perfect. Nothing is permanent Here. What is true_is the Hallow.