Breakthrough


I’m no more a hand beneath a stranger’s shadow of beauty,
Perspired to learn and admired them but no more a duty.
I’m not here to reprove a man’s art of  lifetime,
Neither make an escape out of the fear of mind;
But to undertake the realisation I am baptized with.
A fearfully and wonderfully masterpiece called precious,
To unravel the blessed inimitable on this trivial sphere;
Shade the doomed into peace and strokes of truth around.
Don’t search for a brush but paint with words and flairs,
That’s what both heaven and earth long to see us do;     
I have known the truth and the truth has set me free
A key to myself I have found and that’s what you see now.

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