I close my eyes and drift away
into the soul's landscape.
To God.
Imagination, is the horse I ride.
It is the vehicle of the soul.
The world depends on the imagiation.
Artists create the world.
Poets, painters, sculptors
each in their way beautify the earth
and make it more bearable.
Ride the horse of imagination.
Travel the world of the unseen.
The invisible.
It is the real world.
Nothing has ever been made
that was not first a thought
held in the imagination.
The invisible
builds the visible.
The soul's lanscape.
This is where I shall journey.
Upon my horse I ride.
I hope to bring back something of beauty. |