His authority comes from nature His vision penetrates it He is close to the answer
Their authority also comes from nature human nature Their vision is blind, backward, and destructive They are far from the answer
One is immersed in nature, and has no authority One doesn’t care to look He is also close to the answer
The Answer sits on a white table Floating ephemeral above the terrain It just sits there, waiting for the able to find That for which they have been searching blind
The mirror waiting to reflect the ultimate beauty Of a system able to see That half the Answer is Thee
The candle white and pure, with a base of black Converting mass into energy And back For an eternity
He is on a journey His destination and departure: The Answer His path is sometimes long, sometimes not Both happy and sad His di-vision guides him true
One will always remain fixed For the answer he does not pursue
They will they destroy
…but what about the planet?
Painting 1:
The Answer
Painting 2:
The Answer drawn on my Amiga computer