The Artist

 

Mind full of burning desire

Boiling cauldron’s unquenched fire

Haunted soul’s sleepless wake

Knowing heart’s undying ache

 

Artist poised on the edge of life

Wields his work as a cutting knife

Mystical mind that plots the course

Reveals the truth, not its source

 

Out of ether is created

Cosmic rays assimilated

An ever-tightening vortex forms

From which a new world storms

 

A force of new direction

Raw, crude, without correction

Fracturing the earth at its gates

Playing havoc with the fates

 

Many others will scale his peak

But all their efforts just repeat

Meanwhile he is searching within

Wrestling the forces of Zen