Only jazz and paint are welcome in the inner sanctum.
Like warm fog, a luscious oozing Red beauty crawls out from her cocoon.
Sprawled out on a white canvas like a pinup model.
A sacred friend, full of passion and protection.
The spoken word is neither admired nor condemned.
Once engaged to Green, but now his compliments have worn thin.
Yellow screams and must be muzzled, but gently without malice.
Blue finds a nice home and rides a pony to the outskirts of town.
Sitting on an invisible cloud, I see the smiling faces and their spouses.
The whole painting is available in just one RED mark.
This unfolding never ends, and why should it.
Reckless minds cannot and will not disturb this stillness.
Enjoy what you can and leave the rest to others.