Art

Eye link generations
As they come, live, and transcend to ‘eternity'
The spirit dwells and speaks through me,
I am divine…
Dictators confiscate me, crisis make me great,
Religion make me their holy icon, the sage keep me safe,
I live in the soul of them that open the door of their imagination,
I am spiritual, I am physical, and I am bold,
Archaeology search for me,
Them call me treasure,
I am immortal,
I am ART,
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©2016

by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

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Comments (3)

I live in the soul of them that open the door of their imagination, I am spiritual, I am physical, and I am bold, i am immortal, i am art...... God is perpetual beauty, what we call art and experience as art is the beauty of God in our own little way. thank you very much. tony
Aloha Akabeks... Fine handle... and more than politely profound... What can not be smelled; but can be touched, heard and viewed? Art, my good friend... from a more archaic time... and it is the interpretation of what is, to the individual, that transcends to the spiritual... the ghost seen sitting in the tree in the center of any village... is most usually multifaceted... unless that person says more... the one who knows... every village houses that one... You, have vividly expressed how imperative interpretation is... as a trait or characteristic of the human species... one question thought... is spirit art, or craft? All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two
This was very deep, very diverse and engaging KW