Tao Life

The future recoils as you approach to catch it in your hand

Hope gets glimpsed, if at all, in heralding and afterglows

Love brushes your cheek before you know who is there

The blue butterfly disappears in the twinkling behind the eye.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

Beautiful

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