And though your hand trembled,

And the waters battered your being,

you painted.

And you painted words, And you painted actions and you painted emotions.

Hurricanes shook the brush,

Thunder blinded your eyes,

but you painted.

For you had finally understood that the lips of wisdom were

sealed to all but the ears of understanding.

And your ears understood;

That if within, in the hidden recesses of the unconscious, a storm rages:

outside, to the eyes of presence, a storm rages.

And your ears understood;

That to calm the external storm,

within the sun must shine.

And then, with actions, with words, thoughts, and emotions, you painted

And the light of your mind was paint.

And the waves would sink ships, but you painted light.

You painted sun.

You painted love.

And until one day, the sea seemed to calm.

And until one day, the winds seemed to calm.

And until one day, You looked inside once more,

And in all you had painted,

You transmuted.