When Spirit descends
The hand starts to move
Colours spray themselves on the canvas
Shape forms
Textures layer themselves upon each other
And a painting comes to life
Proportion and geometry meet each other in perfect angles
And curves bend to the laws of nature
A central force pushes its boundary
And encapsulates itself into the Bindu
A yantra is formed
Words fall upon paper
Metaphors expand into awareness
They rhyme sometimes
But always have a rhythm
A poem is written
The melody follows the beat of the drum
The piano plays the tune
The ensemble picks up where the song finishes
The music lives on to sing
When spirit descends
Millions of tiny little sparks light up the universe
With beauty and expression
Life emerges
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