Blank canvas.
Any painting is possible.
But nothing is happening.
In itself,
the blank canvas
becomes the painting.
It is a painting
of nothing,
which too
has great meaning.
Nothingness is beautiful.
We enter now
into nothingness,
loving every moment.
It was meant to be this way,
this time,
this blank canvas.
Every blank canvas
is the same.
Every blank canvas
calls us home.
When nothing is done,
the absence itself
becomes the beauty,
offering the void
as the beautiful.
In this void,
on this blank canvas,
the essence of beauty,
which is love,
speaks to us
from a place beyond form
and reassures us
that even in formlessness,
even in emptiness,
there can never be anything
but the
allness
of
love.
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Author:
david (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Personal note: "Blank canvas" is a poem about how the essence of beauty is love and how beauty - love - is present in all things, even in their absence. There is perfection and love even in the void. The void, perhaps, is the greatest invitation to love. Through the portal of emptiness and absence is the greatest love of all, the love that encompasses all things unconditionally and universally. It is through this portal that I walk through now. No one is excluded. We all walk through this portal eventually. For me, the transitional passage is happening now and in the process I am forgetting who I am individually and remembering only that I am love itself, which came - but briefly - to reside within this body. I have been asked to leave behind where I was, within limited love, and to move into limitless love. I am ready. I will disappear there - into limitless love.
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Comments3
This is a wonderful take on the essence of a yet to be drawn portrait, or a blank canvas. We are all blank; We must paint with the color that we deem best. Good job, and well done.
Thank you for your kind words.
David, this is a great poem with an intriguing concept of love. Need to think it over a bit. (Am not too fast sometimes!)
Love is all there is, and then beyond, even in emptiness, there too is love.
Thank you for your reflections.
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