Indefinite as watercolor paint
There are no edges, boundaries no ends
In the Nothingness of all become a saint
Then the grace of colour will consent.
Lost in beauty like a deep sea fish
Swimming in a rhythm,a Schubert song.
Such a creature is an ordinary wish.
In the flowing paint there is no wrong.
I am you and you are me that’s so.
Do not worry where the boundary lies
Let it all be done in patience slow
The mermaid on her sea shell gives a sigh
There is no solid world,no compliant me.
Oh god of rhythm come now and set us free
How my heart sings 