I’m searching for something.

I don’t know what it is, yet I continue to look.

I have no guidance, no distinct path,

But I know what I seek is worth the journey.

I search,

looking underneath each man’s ego and within the cracks of his heart.

I pour love, inspiration, and truth into the broken pieces of his soul, leaving

behind the unforgettable scent of my paradoxity on his breath.

I make sure to gently touch each whom I pass by on my way,

leaving my hand prints on the hearts of many.

And then I keep walking.

I met some, who gave me pieces of the picture, but none willing to paint with me.

One day I looked deep inside and found a map, but instead of words and symbols it said

“you know the way”.

It is now chapter twenty,  and I still have not found that which I seek.

My map is life,

and I use my heart as my only sense of direction.

I wouldn’t be so evasive, if you weren’t trying to hold me captive, consistency will never be a word that will come to my mind when you think of me. So let me preserve my mystery.

I’m only an artist, searching for a muse.

S.C.

Below is an original painting by the author of this publication Tranqu(ill). It is a mixed media piece consisting of acrylic paint and pencil crayon.