….wild is the wind…creative freedom is the seed….
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But ‘tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote;
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart’s slave and vassal wretch to be.
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
Artist Note: I personally as Cecilia (the artist), DO NOT understand this feeling….I understand it is very painful BUT I have no empathy for the concept of “error/perfection” AND “sin/virtue” ….I think it STUPID to see the world in Binary. It is not the way of Wisdom or the Universal Art Force that encompasses All in its Cosmic Creative Mandela.
As a reflection I offered in response this Classic Chinese prose:
自知醒覺難 未想再受困 只有斬斷愛恨。。。
Freedom from bonds of Passion and Dispassion is Transcendence in the Far Eastern Philosophical sense…
Anyway….. Philosophical differences aside…
❤️ Cecilia 余