This is my reality,
from the depths of my soul.
Once voided out black,
Now illuminating with technicolor.
What I see you do not,
What you may see remains foreign to me.
Blue because that is what they have said,
But is the blue the same for me and you?
The depths of my understanding, written upon the Canvas,
For it may not be understood by another.
Likewise your truth is yours,
May not be my own.
For in understanding I see what you see,
You hear what I hear.
In collaboration we create a beautiful masterpiece,
Left for self interpretation.
Stepping into the Canvas with yet a deeper understanding. As we unravel one truth to the next, we come to yet another. Knowing very little, once knowing everything, our reality is dissolved in a single stroke of the Masters’ brush upon the Canvas of Life.