|my digital art|
The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again
Keeper of our souls
We wake up in a world of light as our eyes open after a long birth.
We are tiny and week.
We crawl our little feet and explore our tiny world.
For our parents keeping us safe from the monsters that lurk in our dreams.
We laugh and grow and love and play.
We dream of places in the world to go.
Dream of stars.
And fantasies we read about in books.
We fall in love.
And see the world again through someone else’s eyes.
Our life is long and sometimes lonely.
And sad and hard.
But time goes by faster than we ever dreamt.
And we lose a close parent a father or a mother.
And it seems we start a new beginning once again.
The world seems a deferent place.
For we wanted so much to travel to those dreamy places we read about in books.
Always searching for happiness, we seem never to find.
We run and never walk.
We get older and it seems what was all this trip about.
Where is that illusive happiness we always dreamt off.
And it seems like we went full circle.
And in the end, it seems we are no wiser.
For it was always here next to us.
We were always the same person.
We were really never to far away from the elusive happiness.
Because happiness it seemed is us inside and outside within others .
We are born alone and die alone.
But in this short time here on this earth.
There in no more better happiness then the person beside you.
The mother you embrace.
The father you just lost in death,
And you live each day searching.
When all you really are looking for is exactly there with you.
And the happiness you search is there with you every single day.
In the keeper of our souls.
Lies with in us all.
PROSE BY ME GIOVANNI PALUMBO