Sky Perfect

Painting I was from above sky
so marvelous and unique it is
'things' which exist now,"Why?"
you sternly probe, answer is and was
'Will' of I after all, large canvas I
created called it 'World' to display art
done with loving brushes and many hues
sky as palette along with living heart

Painting I was....

Trees, shrubs,atoms,hills,oceans..what not?
at last, painting I was humans, cherished prize
of mine,I dipped brush in sky and white blot
it formed...I named it cloud white

Painting I was...

Its completing, my cherished prize
was being painted and oops!!
brushes fell up and vanished above
I thought of no full stops.

But how? I pondered and will
an answer for this pertinent question
to make it more work thrill
Simple, I descended into my composition

becoming a part of my painting
by body,mind and heart decorate
while I in this plane enjoying
my creation so brilliantly attune...

Painting I am...
From here- the present, future and history
watching from the window, sky my palette
I whisper,"Sky Perfect",part of my glory
I look at this world where I paint and live
smile and conjure my magic spell
of discrimination, devotion and many
but still, its perfect.. for it's work and will
of creator who is seen in forms many
'World perfect...the title of my final painting.

I am creator and I the created.