Poem about Art by Sri Chinmoy

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My Art is no art
Without my mind’s simplicity.

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My Art does not want
To subscribe to the view
That unhappiness
Commands the world.

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When I paint or draw,
I keep my mind’s thought-garden
Completely free of self-doubt-weeds.

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My Art is the hide-and-seek
Between my soul’s illumining smiles
And my heart’s streaming tears.

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The Artist in me has three
Faithful, sleepless
And self-giving friends:
A newness-eye, a oneness-heart
And a fulness-life.

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The heart of my Art
And the heart of a child
Are extremely fond of each other.
They love each other deeply;
They need each other constantly;
They are interdependent, sleeplessly.

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My mind says that anything I do
Is too insignificant
Because I am wanting
In qualification.
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.

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My heart says that anything I do
Is too significant
Because the God-Touch
Is always there.
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.

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The moment I start painting,
I clearly see my soul-meditation
Is blessingfully clasping
My heart-aspiration-flames.

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First things first:
The Artist in me,
Before embarking on his Artwork,
Invariably catches
His heart’s aspiration-express.

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True, in my Art I want to see
The face of earth’s beauty.
But I want to see
The heart of Heaven’s Divinity
More, infinitely more.

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By:   Sri Chinmoy

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