Mortal-vision, veils a blind,
Mankind quests illusions,
We leave what we see,
But the unseen counts,
Is life then real ?
Where Deeds transcend worldliness,
Ends are determined.
Time ceased, soul-vision defines,
Reality in fact, is unreal.
When Truth beckons the inner voice,
Few tread the unknown paths,
An unwinding odyssey figures...
Faces are deceptive,
Matter is immaterial...
Ends inspire ...
New beginnings

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Eramel on Canvas

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Acrylic on Hardboard

Slide 3

Oil on Canvas

Slide 4

Acrylic on Hardboard

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