The Canvas

Observe! My Friend, the canvas of life,
Where, all the colors exist without strife.
Lacking overtones of avidity,
And, the sly undertones of jealousy.

Oblivious to the breadth of the stroke,
Or, the passion that the artist evoked.
Each stroke exists in equanimity,
Its sole purpose is unanimity.

Blind to a higher purpose or positions,
Each stroke submits to the artist’s mission,
Depicting, Love’s burnished perfect beauty,
That ignites every living entity.