PHIL'S PHILOSOPHY By: D.P Kinkade Contributions by: Taylor & Drake Kinkade

Sat, 06/16/2018 - 7:04pm — Diane Dyer

BLANK CANVAS -A while back now, two people whom I considered kindred spirits, left this world behind. One of them was a favorite author of mine whose words truly inspired, intrigued and challenged me. He was one of the first to let me know I was not alone with the questions I was wrestling with and he started me on a journey that lead to several others, whom have shaped my life in a transforming way. I never met him in person but have friends whom have and they say he was indeed ennobling and thoughtful in person. The other was a lady whom I have known about for a long time, through numerous art pieces displayed throughout our community, I had only come to know her personally just a few years ago but can attest to the fact that she had wisdom to spare and a heart even bigger than her talent. The world has lost a bit of its inspiration with these folks gone, so it is to them that I dedicate this to.

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There is nothing there; only a blank canvas, a white page,

a yet to be sculpted piece of stone or clay.

Ah! but in the eye, the mind, the heart, the soul

lies, POTENTIAL! the spirit known as holy; whispers, in the stillness.

The painters brush, the writers pen, the master violinist's bow,

unlocks the music, written already but hidden; unless you know, how to listen.

Time, an illusion of brevity, lulls a soul to hibernation,

Eternity beckons, shattering the illusion; peek behind the curtain,

grasp the Creators hand, a masterpiece awaits construction.

Small changes; a turn of phrase, a color choice, inspiration forgotten;

transforms what could have been, into something unrecognizable.