I Salute You Artist - Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry
I salute you artist
Who can bring my master home to me.
Love they say has no language,
And no time to bloom
A single flower blooming in all the hearts
Be it sun or storm.
I salute the heart that guides the hand
And the hand that guides the brush.
At the command of love,
The universe freezes in transcendental joy;
The heart thaws and the land is flooded
The heart, the mind, the brush and the oil
All merging into a perfect marriage.
No mortal can rise up to this miracle.
For perfection is only my master’s own exclusivity.
So I salute the hand
That could so faultlessly play the games of my master.
With a few sweeps of your paint brush,
A universe is born.
Limitless space blooms
Earth, moon and sun adjust
Million of stars twinkle in the dark sky,
All locked into an unimaginable and motionless speed.
I salute you artist.
Given a little more inspiration,
The river would be running,
The trees swaying in the wind,
The sun rising
Behind those unruly skeins of clouds.
These birds are raring
To abandon themselves to the blue sky
From their colourful and exuberant oil perches.
I could feel
Their will to break free from this condemned immobility.
My heart swells
I warm up.
Unshed tears prick my eyes.
I cry in joy at the marvel
My master has made of this place!
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