A Blank Canvas Lay Before Us
A blank canvas lay before us,
The emptiness is forbidding, yet enticing.
“Create”, urges that deep impulse, “give meaning to the void”,
“Let beauty come into the nothingness that was.”
What is dreamed upon our screen of consciousness seeks form,
Like a soul seeking a body.
To be breathed forth into expression as a song, a painting, a poem or dance;
An act, a sport, a speech—a creation.
For oozing like cosmic plasma that comes forth from the ether,
The paintbrush of our being dabs color onto the canvas of our life.