The Artist

 The artist retreats into himself He closes his eyes and surrenders to his imagination His mind opens a gate to vast inner landscapes Time collapses, the heavens slowly unfold The artist loathes mundane ‘everydayness’ He raises his brow at the gossip, trends and fashion of the masses They are those who walk blindly, who worship false idols; Who revere fancy things, shiny things, the kind in which envy brings For the artist, his path is clear He follows his call towards Truth and Beauty His pen is the hammer which frees us from the chains of conformity His art shakes us out of the prison of ‘routine’ His words pull us towards the divine, the sacred The artist is our liberator He lights a flame deep within our souls, and awakens us from our dogmatic slumber This paves the way towards authenticity and self-actualization The moment is fleeting yet…