Lucily; Nothing is Alike!

Nothing Is Alike

I look at the colours in front of me;
And there are many;
Varying from yellow to deep purple.
My brush touches one colour
That my soul desires most at this moment.
And the soft kiss of my brush,
Meets the square paper on the table.

They exchange many kisses;
My brush and the square paper,
And many touches one after another.
All of a sudden,
With a surprise,
My painting says:
“It is enough and I am alright!”

This is a Spiral;
Like the life,
The universe,
The emotions,
A spiral of Be’ing.,
Circling around the One.

I try to do it again,
And again
And again until my hands get tired;
Yet not one painting looks like the other!

I am the same painter,
The colours are the same colours,
The square paper is the same paper.
Yet each result is different than the other.
Like there is only one
One,
But nothing is alike in the entire universe.
Deniz Kite, 22nd March 2008, listening to Buddha Bar