It’s the brushstroke on life’s painting

Awareness, it keeps the ink raining

Drawing in every moment, near

With freedom that knows no fear

The colors tell only part of the story

When the canvas is clear there’s no worry

If the ink dries, the art cannot be completed

Unfinished work will have to be revisited

The hand that holds the brush cannot be jittery

Awareness paints a true picture when we are steady

The mind is the studio where we can experiment

Thoughts resemble artwork when time’s well spent

When awareness holds, for hours on end

The museum of life will be happy to lend

The most valuable piece, the art of knowledge

Between the painting and living, it is the bridge