The Poet Magister - Chapter 7
On Art
The Poet Magister sat in silence before he answered the young lady's question about art. His thoughts crystallized into sounds. The sounds became words. And the words were strong and wise as the wind, stirring autumn leaves, saying:
Art is the breath of the soul made visible, whispers of eternity captured in colour, movement, a melody. It is a communication, one soul to another in the language of the spirit, spoken in a tongue that transcends the confines of physical space and time, reaching into the heart of all who behold it.
Your artists are
The prophets of the unseen
The visionaries
Who walk between worlds
Hand in hand with Beauty
They create the future
And lay it down as a gift
At the feet of the present
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They see not with physical eyes alone, but with the heart. And what they bring forth are reflections of the divine, a reflection of the infinite that underpins all creation. Thus, they are godly in nature.
The artist’s work is not mere decoration, nor is it a luxury for idle moments. It is the creative pulse of life, the heartbeat of a community, a nation, and indeed, the world. For in their creations, we find the soul of The People, the spirit of the times, the dreams of children yet unborn.
Where there is no creativity, no music, no beautiful shape or form there is no life worth living. For art is the mirror in which we see the true nature of Self, the lens through which we glimpse the world as it might be, not merely as it is.
Your creativity is the alchemy that transforms the mundane into the sacred, the sorrowful into the joyous, the ordinary into the extraordinary.
Creativity is a bridge
between heaven and earth
carrying a divine spark
over the divide
igniting - setting
the imagination ablaze
And illuminating the world
III
And what is art you would ask? And I would tell you to beware of labels. But rather, watch the skilled farmer, watch the caring healer, watch the honest merchant, watch the imaginative innovator, and you may find an artist at work. Behold the grandmother stirring her soup; see the home builder, painter, carpenter, music maker, the child dancing in the sun. And you might gaze into the eyes of a master.
For art is simply one being communicating to another; one offering their truth and opinion on beauty to another. And thus, there are lights guiding us through darkness, easing our passage through time, healing heartache. And thus there is love.
So think not that art is for the blessed and the gifted alone.
Every creative soul has
A masterpiece within
Waiting for the call
To courage - waiting for
The spirit to IMAGINE
The future
.
IV
As the ancient ones told us: "The artist is a lantern that warms and welcomes other souls in from the cold realities of empty space."
Through their eyes we see the potential of what we might become. Their skillful hands lift us from our daily toil into the realms of the sublime.
In the halls of business and commerce, where the clatter of coin speaks louder than the songs of the heart, the artist is a bringer of life balance. They infuse beauty into the physical world of products and services, reminding us that prosperity without grace is poverty of the spirit.
Art paints walls
The colours of dawn
Filling spaces with music
And dance and joy
And laughter pouring forth
From The Fountain Of Love
Consider your festivals, marriages, days of birth - celebrations all. Yet, without a dreamer, without creativity these joyous times feel dry as a handful of sand, empty as a desert filled with unsung songs.
The very act of creating
weaves the colours of life
into the fabric of life
Every brushstroke, every well-sewn garment, every note played, every castle built, every heart and mind mended, every poetic word, every dance step forward, every effort made to master your craft is a gift to the world, a seed planted in the soil of our collective consciousness.
And from these seeds brighter futures may bloom, like a garden of dreams, where imagination gives birth to the flowers that will paint the horizon full of beauty, for all who follow after.
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So be wise then. Nurture the creative ones, young and old. For they gather the tools and skills that took our kind from scratches on cave walls to the wonders of grand castles in the Kingdom Of Life.
They are the eternal sons and daughters of the godly, the masters who came before, to remind us of our true nature, who call us back to the truth of our own beauty when we have strayed.
They are
The romantic warriors
Standing on guard
At the crossroads of time
Pointing the way to futures
Filled with greater beauty
Simple truths
And love
VI
So when you encounter them, do not look or listen with eyes alone, but with a full and welcoming heart. Be tender in your judgements, and generous in your way. For it is there, in the subtle colours of their creations, that you might see, touch, feel the purpose of life and living itself.
You may witness an infinite spirit, creating new tomorrows, with nothing more than a fragile thought, and an opinion about beauty.
Be generous - Be patient
With their wandering ways
For without them
The Kingdom Of Life
Would be a barren
Wasteland
A world devoid of
Music and joy
But with them
Life becomes a game
Of infinite possibilities
A place where spirits
Soar on wings of light
And hearts dance
To the rhythm
Of a love song
VII
Evening Sky began to glitter with a host of gem-like moons and stars then.
The heavens followed with a ballet of light overhead.
The young lady, dancer, bowed graciously, thanking Magister for answering her question, her eyes sparkling with hope and wonder.
She returned to her home richer in understanding then. And she told the story far and wide; how she had asked about art, and the Poet, Magister Thepoien had painted a masterpiece in her mind.
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Excerpt from:
The Poet MAGISTER
"A Gift Book about life & living"
Words & Illustrations
by, E. Laurence Bake
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