Voila

For often we find ourselves staring at an empty canvas

With baited breath we flush for ideas

Remarkably nothing comes when you crave it most

They come only when you least expect them

Such is life

Cuts like a knife

A golden vase on display

As helpful as a man made of clay

We are all objects, our world is an auction

How much do you go for?

Where are the bidders?

Does clay really sell?

Sound familiar?...does it ring a bell.

Each day is precious.

Yet we look for greener pastures

We look yonder and forward

Our greatest mistake. It is ok to plan.

But what of today?

When will you acknowledge it.

For today leads to tomorrow...If you don't pay attention to your today

Tomorrow may only be a mirage.

Tomorrow is but an if and a but.

Tomorrow is only a probability.

One day at a time dear fellows and ladies.

Go and seize the day

Carpe Diem I say.

We often stare at an empty canvas...

We yearn to fill it with colors divine...

In our quest to find the right tools for painting...........................................

We often forget that we are the painters.