The sun itself is filtered
then wafting green leaves
We live in shadows
because we cannot endure unapproachable light
And some of us know that we live in shadows.
Others mistake the shadows for true light
and call themselves visionaries.
The artistic vision filters too.
A blinding flame
quickly unveils itself
like a flasher on a subway train
speeding through a dark tunnel.
We grasp what little spark we can reach
of the still-flickering idea.
Even so, it dims
as it passes
from spirit to mind
and from mind to the creating hand:
the elements of storytelling must be used.
Then, the work finished,
is filtered even more
in the mind
then the heart of the reader;
they believe they have caught the flame of our idea
but it is pale fire.
We must accept this:
The world is full of declension.
In this world,
Everything bright is dimmed.
Everything filters down.
I am weary of all these shadows
of making them
of trying to see the light beyond them.
I am weary of these filters.
Oh to see the clear sun
To see the heart and soul and joy and pain of another.
To spiritually, emotionally, intellectually
grasp the artistic vision
to perfect it
that all may read it
and understand it
and feel it perfectly.
To see God in all His brightness
the true brightness
from which all bright souls
and bright visions
and bright sunshines come