Seasons of Time

poetry by Lisa Montero

art by Mataji

As I see myself through a window of reality Beautiful colors emerges and fills the cup Telling to sit still to listen and merge in creativity

Creating arts that fits your own personality And inspires all who have seen and feels An awareness that awaken you in totality.

The hands keep on moving, sliding and waving Enjoying minute details of how you stroke each colors on to the canvas of your desire, all for the taking

The beauty created is but a scene dictated From the deepest corner of your heart To share and tell that the creator loves us all.

By: Lisa Montero Sept. 3 , 2015 A poem inspired from a painting of Mataji T. Villareal Sharma.