The real beauty lies not in your painting of a scene but in the scene itself. You exude your happiness through it so as those who are unable to reach there can also feel a bit of it. But they are twice removed from the Truth. This is true about all fine arts and literature. These are the reflections of reality. The skill of the artist lies in the sincerity of its portrayal and perception of the viewer. The criticism is the gap between the sensitivity of the two, the bliss of all art lies in their oneness.
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Itself! Oneness. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you for reverting, sir.