The civil canvas is blank
The civil canvas is blank
by Crystal Hua
The civil canvas is blank,
For those who fear a brush
That which soars and spreads
Lusting for ideas Divine
Artisans sense no bounds
Paints trees of singing-sway
River of Holy life
And, thus, nature is nearest complete
Pen to paper matches the fleeting Mind
Prison for all Halters
Then comes Grail to seekers and seers
Knowing “Sacred is ne`er defined”!