Hallow

"Some strokes of a brush
Few words from a pen
A flow of ideas;
Imagination
that knows no end.
A few sensibilities
thoughts and perceptions
Myriad emotions
that find color
... and blend!
A cascade of Cosmos
Pouring like confetti
Earthy experiences
knit in a jiffy.
Posing sane at times,
Naughty otherwise_
Sacred yet sassy
Sporty like spontaneity.
In the realm of Creation,
there is chaos...
as well as continuity.
The world has its wonders
Worthy questions and answers
And all one can dream of
is a Utopia.
For thats where we belong
Thats what we long!
Nothing is irrelevant.
Nothing is perfect.
Nothing is permanent
Here.
What is true_
is the Hallow."