Be water, my friend… Be water…
/Bruce Lee/
If they will say:
Close the lids of your paints,
If they will lay
Take your paintbox away —
Leave colours open
And let them to spread…
Be colourful water…
Be water, my friend!
If they will tell
That your art has no sense —
Don’t let to lead you!
It feels as that way is false!
Help paints to spread,
Mix in fluent courage! —
Be water, my friend —
Be water and a brush!
If they will try
To make you believe:
No paints in life
And art apart of belief —
Just be always clean
For your life-painting voyage!
Be a paper, my friend —
The paper, water and the brush!
If they will ask
Where are colours in your life?
What is your task?
What helps you to survive?
Smiling them back
You’ll happy to say:
As you’re a colour yourself
In your life and in their.
If they will force you:
“No way to explain
What’s sense of life!? —
The world is full of pain!”
Bring colours in their hearts,
Collect them from parts —
We are Art of the Great Artist
And art tools for next Art!
(c) Anastasia Konovalchuk
1) Russian version of this poem
http://stihi.ru/2023/07/17/6005