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Pre-Meet Meditation
I am an artist, and the water is my canvas.
It beckons me, clear and calm,
Reflecting the screaming faces
And the waving arms
Amalgamated like a Picasso
And completely silent.

Deep breaths ensure my concentration.
In a few short seconds
I will begin my work.
The canvas will come to life
And the faces will dissappear
And I will take their place.

How often do artists get to impose themselves
Upon their own artwork
In a purely physical sense?
I can, and I do,
Becoming part of the water,
And the result is my empowerment.

The parallel lines lead of into the distance,
Into the future,
For I will soon be at their end.
The canvas will become a blur
Of movement and strength
And I will complete my masterwork.

Soon I will feel the coolness of my canvas,
The power of my art.
Soon I will dive into it
And experience the rush of certainty
That I am the master
Of my chosen media.

I see it in my head and my feel it in my heart.
The present and the future mesh.
I am ready to begin,
To clear the reflection of the faces
And the arms,
To give the canvas a new image,
To break the silence.
( 1/30/2003 10:36:00 AM ) Lisa#

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