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All I feel appears more real 
Than the tangles in my mind 
When I war with my own core 
I must leave it all behind 

Hear the hush, pick up my brush 
The field awaits a tender touch 
A door appears where there is more 
To see beyond what seems too much

Feel what you feel, all signals real 
Be still and take a look 
Verbs and nouns, write them down 
To glimpse your open book

Make it yours, your spirit pours 
Its heart onto the pages 
Listen well so you can tell 
A message from the ages

A painting, a poem, a lyrical tome 
An expression of elation 
For joy arising so surprising
In connection with creation