I look at the picture before me
And enter into a world of the unknown.
But is it unknown?
So many things I see,
And the more I look,
The more intrigued I become.
Whose world am I in?
Is it the world of the artist?
Or the world I am creating
Within my own mind?
Each speck on the canvas
Gives me new insights,
New thoughts,
New feelings,
Entering into my soul.
Am I looking at my life
Spread out before me?
Or is it a picture of My Spirit
As it flows from infinity,
To eternity.