THE
ARTIST DIVINE
Poetry
is speaking painting and painting is
mute poetry: Symphony is invisible sculpture
and sculpture is frozen music.
All
arts affirm that thou art,
thou art the spring of all arts
thou art the whole of all these parts
All
music is your ringing laughter
All
colours a suffusion of your light.
Thou
immaculate beam illumining this multi-coloured dome!
What
unseen brush has touched this rose that blushes like a bashful bride?
What
magic colours flash upon the scattered clouds at
sunset?
What
wondrous play of light and shade over these dancing waves ablaze?
What
velvet green mantle wraps this naked earth?
O
poet invisible: What cosmic epic do you
weave out of these rosy smiles and burning
tears?
O
artist divine! What ravishing patterns of light and shade
do you design to deck this rolling screen
of Time?
O
Master!
Amid
this maddening din and clamour
You
are my silent sanctuary!
In
this oppressive silence you are
my resonant symphony!
You
have come down to proclaim the divinity
of humanity and the humanity of divinity
and their ineffable unity!
Though
close to me as the meadow flower
you are the remote resplendent star!
Though
far off you are in every breath, a
perennial fountain of light and
delight
You
are the Master of all but the servant of love
You
are the dream come true and the truth
that ever remains a dream
You
are the perfect formless pearl in
this ocean of name and form
You
are the distant home beckoning these
daring sails gliding on the
perilous waves!
–AMARENDRA