Poetry in Paint

Forced by time and circumstance we migrate within our lives like birds traveling the sky.
We circle through the heavens held tandem to a path spun by the moon.
We evolve along with a greater history created in seconds, minutes, years, decades of time.
We wonder in our imagination,
as we see the past,
constantly changing our present mind.
All the wretched sadness we survive allows us to grow a greater recognition of the divine.
These are the seasons of our life.
This is our life to create together and yet a lone and solo flight.
Let us treasure and delight in this grand journey,
creating awareness and memories with the tools of our sight, our body, and our mind.