“Art is not about subjects, but about ways of seeing subjects.” —V. A. Kolve.
If you asked me a year ago, I could tell you with an odd uncertainty that was rather definite to my listener, exactly what my aspiritions were. Since then, little-by-little, month-by-month and day-by day, the wandering soul and mind of a foreign man has crept into, and found a home, in my heart and mind. Some of you have searched and found a tangible, tasteful, and beautiful seed of hope to believe in. Donald Fink, later to become a prominent electrical engineer, was selected as the best orator in his county at a high school competition. Like many of you, Fink was destined for something successful. I have come to realize that the most authentic form of belief I can muster is the belief in you. I believe in the simple form of love throughout life and throughout you, all of you. Live to love, and love to live. Believe in life as if it is the only truth.
I Found Love (May 2009)
I found love down under
beneath all the sand and clay.
She said, “I’ll be your thunder”
if, only, you would light the way.
From then, we went to the surface
and became a blooming tree.
We sang a perfect song,
and sang in perfect harmony.
We sang, “Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh”
I found life in anything, and everything I’d seen.
She found life in all, and said it came from me.
She can’t believe she found a love to last her life long.
But, I believe it and I’ll simply sing it in a song!
“Oh, oh,oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh…”
there is a beauty found in your words that cannot be found elsewhere.
and as you know, i absolutely love that song.