A meditation
Settle into the paper feel the brittle hairs of the brush move through sticky paint across granular texture You are in the paint
as it settles into the spaces
between molecules on the paper,
in the pores
inhabiting its new home.
It is inside and covering the paper, they are one
like qalandar and his beloved
dancing in his orange tunic in place
movement captured on paper
life evident in each angle of the painted body eyes closed focus
left shoulder and bicep straining to the sky index finger stretching up, witness
right foot hovers
toes point down heel skyward,
soaring
left firmly on the ground,
connected
Qalandar is the paper and the paint
He is the painting and the gazing eyes
He is all that, but he is also only a metaphor.
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